One moment, Elion had been standing there, and the next, Adonis had been flying through the air.
The burly man's grip tightened around his staff.
'What the hell is this boy?'
He had initially assumed that Elion was merely a talented young High Mage, but now he wasn't so sure.
Not even a Grand Mage like himself had been able to properly perceive Elion's movements, and that realization made his expression turn considerably more serious.
"Help the young lord!"
He gestured toward his weaker compatriots while allowing even more of his oppressive presence to leak out, attempting to force Elion down through sheer pressure.
'He must have some sort of powerful movement ability… or perhaps even an artifact! There is no other reasonable explanation for a High Mage to be this fast!'
His eyes swept over Elion from head to toe, searching for anything that might explain what he had just witnessed.
