Clasping his hands together, Marek summoned purple lightning that arced towards the circle, engulfing the stones and copper plate at its center. "Transmutation," he uttered.
Ephera’s father was interested in Nyr. And now Alicia’s grandfather (Lazarus) is interested in Amael…
Lazarus, who had looked frighteningly cold until now, smiled before chuckling a little. "I wanted to kill him at first, but I changed my mind. He intrigues me quite a lot," he said simply and vanished from the place.
"I am not my father. I'm not my brother, I'm not my mother, nor my sister. I am way worse than all of them. You will beg me to help you when the time comes, Heads of Sancta Vedelia," I declared, my tone dripping with contempt.
"Yeah! Look at him! Doesn't he look like you?!" Ephera nodded, her grin radiant as she pointed to a grey-haired, fat man on the cover, sporting a wide smirk, his gaze below on the Heroine with blue hair.