Everyone was left with their mouths hanging at the aftermath.
"H–How is she still alive?"
Lugh heard Lirienne mutter in disbelief.
Everyone present mirrored her shock. When Lyra had first begun to use her hair as a weapon, they had initially assumed it to be some advanced form of force control.
But when that hair began to expand—significantly and impossibly—they knew at once that it couldn't be.
This was magic. A magic they had never seen before. One that had no known record, no historical precedent.
Which meant only one thing.
Like Lugh, she was awakened.
Setting aside how impossibly rare—no, confusing—that fact alone was, the real shock had come from what happened afterward.
High above the chamber, in one of the private viewing balconies overlooking the vast arena, Selaphiel stood with narrowed eyes, muttering quietly to herself.
"The perfect shield."
Then, she turned slightly toward Zhou.
"Did you know about this?"
"No, I did not"
