OLD NEW GUARDIAN
" The imprint," he said aloud, noticing that his imprint was no more, his dark green eyes now flickering with a blue hue.
"Don't be surprised, I don't allow such things into my home," Mireil said with a frown, her tone full of disdain for any magic that enslaved another.
Ossa could only nod absentmindedly, his mind racing as he thought about who this woman could be.
In the realm of the angels, the beautiful angel in charge of Ossa was also wondering the same, as she couldn't comprehend what was going on or who this old woman was, and how she could completely block the power of the imprint, including the surveillance magic she had on him.
The large projection was glitching, unable to display the events surrounding Ossa, as Mireil's home had security magic so powerful it could even block the gazes of gods.
Well, not mine, as I am a primordial god and thus could still see through it easy peasy.