Chapter 91 – Évangile
Emrys sat on the ground, cross-legged, his back resting against a door made of condensed purple-blue-red lightning that continuously rippled like a snarling snake.
Those lightning were strong enough to burn away any foolish Mortal Self rank who dared touch them carelessly, yet Emrys himself was completely unaffected.
Not because he was strong enough to endure them — though there was truth in that too — but simply because no lightning in the Stormblessed domain could hurt him in any way.
Well, that was, as long as the Elders of Heaven and his own father decided so.
Even so, none of those thoughts were on his mind at that moment.
Wearing a long-sleeved white shirt rolled up to the elbows — revealing for the first time the golden tattoos framing both forearms, inscribed with something none could decipher — and black trousers, Emrys's blue eyes were faintly trembling, marked by obvious stress and fear.
