Chapter 42 - Destined Encounter
The giant shake forced every supernatural in the room to use their spells to stable themselves.
“What is it? Someone’s attacking?”
All foundations in Barbie’s Restaurant were protected by spell arrays that could stabilize the space around them. This meant people inside the restaurant would not feel anything no matter where or what condition the restaurant was in—be it flying, floating or being moved by force.
Yet they were feeling the great swaying. There was only one explanation—someone was attacking the restaurant, and the strength of the attack had surpassed the spell arrays.
The attack continued like surging waves, and the protective spells were on the verge of giving in. The elegant crystal chandelier in the middle of the hall was swaying like a pendulum, giving out a chaotic cracking noise as the crystal parts knocked into each other.
As the only common one in the room, Angor thought he was going to stumble like a clown. Before he was thrown off the ground though, Tom Weasel leaped beside him with a ballet step and kept Angor stable, using an unknown spell.
The floor was still shaking, but he felt as if he was standing on solid earth.
Finally, Sunders stopped in front of Angor.
“Good afternoon, young man.”
They looked at each other.
Angor did not know how to react. He just went through all the shaking, and he was still leaning against the table with his legs gave out. He had not put on his clothes. A cold breeze came from the opened curtain and hit his bared body, causing him to shiver.
A young man with bared top and a gentleman full of noble aura stared at each other.
Heroline was unsure of what was going on. Sunders came for Angor? Well, this explained why Sunders suddenly acted when she was about to test Angor.
A sense of crisis rose inside Heroline’s mind. It was not about her safety. Rather, it was a crisis when she was about to lose her destiny. No. “Regret” would be a better word.
Mara, who had been standing beside Angor, spread his hands out and quickly stepped away. He did not dare to stay near Sunders. Even a brief glimpse at the gentleman gave him shivers.
Seeing how Sunders walked to Angor, Greya confirmed her idea, “As expected.”
No one made another move.