"Isabelle? Mark? What are you doing?"
Mark paused, his eyes fluttering as if he was waking up from a dream. He hesitated in his response.
It was only after being asked that he realized his body was moving on his own.
'What am I doing?' He too asked himself. His mind spinning, backtracking to what led him here. That led his vigilant gaze forward, taking in the sight of the golden background.
Once he laid his sight on scene, he felt it. His mana was reacting strongly to the holy energy. His own mana generated a craving within himself that led him to approach it in the first place.
Now that he was aware of this, he quickly grew skeptical, but as he saw the person standing before the field of energy suddenly began to kneel. He understood that he wasn't the only one who had the same reaction.
