Pandora's Power

Dark-violet energy continued pouring from Lathel's body.

The violet markings spread from his arm to his neck, then climbed along one side of his face. Every time they lit up, the air around him trembled faintly, as though an invisible force were pressing down on the entire area.

His normally ordinary eyes had turned into an eerie shade of violet.

Cold enough that Aldric instinctively tightened his grip on his wand and stepped back half a pace.

"Impossible..."

Aldric knew Lathel.

Or at least, he had always believed he did.

An orphan adopted as a child of blessing.

No status.

No outstanding talent.

In the plot Aldric knew, the name Lathel was not even important enough to appear in the main storyline.

A true Extra.

And yet the mana pressing down on this area was making every instinct in Aldric's body scream danger.

"No..."