Opaque reality [ 4 ]

Dragun observed the astonishing phenomenon as Rowan drew his sword out of nowhere. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Dimensional magic!"

He glanced at Rowan, squinting his eyes as a frown appeared on his face; he was visibly confused. 'There is no mana in him, yet he can use dimensional magic?!' he thought incredulously. 'Also, why is no one reacting to this?' His frown deepened.

If the people didn't react to a sword popping out of thin air, then it could only mean they had seen such before—or perhaps even more than that. Nevertheless, while Dragun mulled over these thoughts, considering all the points laid bare before him, Rowan continued to point his sword at him.

"What are you still waiting for? Leave Winterseed now!" Rowan barked again, his rage intensifying.

Dragun snapped out of his thoughts and regarded him. 'I will ask him about all this later. For now, I need to mend my relationship with my son! I've been a bad father,' he sighed inwardly.