Raph turned around, his gaze jumping between the burning Dragon and the Elven Prince.
His brows furrowed as he whipped his gaze towards Darrell.
"The fuck is that?!"
He asked, his tone laced with curiosity and shock.
Darrell laughed out loud, his grimoire slowly closing as it floated to his grasp.
At that moment, the golden pillar of light dispersed and so did the golden lady.
He glanced at Raph with a smile.
"The Elven Grimoire holds helpful spells, does it not?"
Raph glanced at the grimoire and then Darrell.
'Was it always this powerful in my Past life?'
He wondered, his thoughts reeling in.
He wasn't exactly one who wished to make friends with members of the Great Families in his past life, so his information on the Elven Prince was limited.
What he did know was his destructive nature abilities were one in a million, even within the Elf clan, and he became quite the ruler in the future.
'There is much to learn even now.'
