After fifteen minutes of wandering around the chaotic tournament grounds, Orion had had enough.
He trudged closer to Madam Verta, his expression dark with irritation.
"Where exactly are we heading?" he asked, voice clipped. "And when are we actually going to find this finish line?"
Madam Verta didn't even spare him a glance.
She kept walking beside Ethan, her conversation directed solely at him, pretending Orion and Zara didn't exist.
Orion ground his teeth together, his patience wearing thin.
Zara gave him a pointed look, silently encouraging him to do something.
With a resigned sigh, Orion flicked his fingers and summoned a transparent barrier right in Madam Verta's path.
Madam Verta, too absorbed in fawning over Ethan, crashed into it with a loud thud.
She stumbled back, rubbing her forehead and glaring at the barrier like it had personally offended her.
"Would you mind answering my question now?"
Orion asked coolly.
Madam Verta's nostrils flared.
