Chadli Guelimja stood before Robertson, Ayşe, and Nana Asare, who had surrounded him, feeling the death of the Mourning Curator. He made an angry face, gritting his teeth loudly and more brutishly, with his veins popping out on his face and arms. The gums of Chadli Guelimja began to bleed as the cold wind began to turn warm. Chadli Guelimja flicked his fingers, sending the trio backward. Chadli Guelimja left a smirk as he remembered a scene from his past where he saw him moving backward when his father flicked his finger.
“What you witnessed just now wasn’t a skill? It is already part of the Guelimja family.”
Guelimja's eyes widened, staring at his father as he rose from the ground.
Back to the scene, Chadli Guelimja began to perform some hand signs as the rain began to pour. The trio noticed that the raindrops were not touching them as the rain continued to pour heavily.