285 The Crucial Decision

From the impact, Keith covered Nathalie fast from the ice and glass shards that blew in all directions.

Athan covered himself from the sudden smoke and blast but he regained his stability quickly, looking around while coughing out loud.

It wasn't only him; every one of them inside the room had the same reaction.

He knew that this was a distraction.

But Mystique caught it rather fast.

"My— My Lady, are you— alright?" 

Before Nathalie could even respond, Mystique spat at them, "Oh, perhaps— you're not that —loyal, after all." 

Her hands wafted the smoke out of her vision and had the grimoire in her hands.

She wanted to cast once more, but her powers began to fizzle out. Out of shock, her eyebrows furrowed, and twitched her fingertips with a shout.

But none of it came.

Her eyes gaped in horror when it was Arnold, who also had his grimoire on hand. His gaze was stern but full of regrets while he pressed his lips thin.