|| Chapter 364 || A Strong Friendship
It felt strange.
The foreign touch was inexplicably different from the usual back claps and shoulder patting as friends would have. The fresh scent of lavender and honey wafted into Jagra's nostrils. He stared at Moulin processing those gentle, simple words, and he could do nothing but watch. The hand on his cheek felt wistfully comforting, and so, he stood, unmoving.
Moulin took his silence as permission and without hesitance, he let his mana flow from the veins of his fingers to the cold skin of Jagra's cheek.
Suddenly, the whole world is washed in darkness. Painted in fearsome black. Moulin was blinded. He secretly learned this technique of searching into souls during his interactions with Malyana back in the beast city. However, he could not control his mana well. It flickered like a candle's flame perched on an open window. Moulin's soul floated in the vast space of darkness like a leaf carried by an aimless breeze.