Instead of replying, Madeleine twirled her fingers, conjuring a circular fog at their side. And akin to a window, the fog revealed a particular scene.
Max lay motionless beneath a tree, seemingly dead.
Drai's eyes instantly reddened in fury as he turned to Madeleine. But the moment he was about to unleash his skill, a sound he knew all too well stopped him.
Zzzzz….
Drai looked at the circular fog again. The image had somehow zoomed in, focusing on Max's sleeping face that was currently occupying the whole "window".
Drai's fury quickly subsided, but he hadn't trusted Madeleine yet. Frowning at the old woman, he asked, "What happened to him?"
"I think your friend was so tired that he fell asleep," she calmly replied before sipping her drink.
Drai doubted the woman's statement, but he knew it would be unwise to press the issue—Max looked unhurt, and he was on the woman's turf. So Drai chose to refill his cup to the brim before gulping the whole cup down again.
