Chapter 253: Truth

After Nash Johnston conjured a violet bolt of Heavenly Thunder and blasted away the ghostly face hidden in that Heavenly Bead, every Jesburgh big shot on-site went slack with shock. They stared, eyes wide, faces lit with awe as they looked at Nash Johnston. This was a true master of spellcraft. He wielded lightning with one hand and shattered a Nether Ghost with the other. How domineering. How terrifying. Up on the second floor, Empress Kara watched Nash's performance, a smile blooming across...