Capítulo 165: Migration ( 15 )

When Rowan reached the guardhouse, he saw a group of soldiers gathered around D'andre, who was performing impressive magic tricks to entertain them. The air was filled with laughter and amazement as D'andre showcased his abilities, his hands moving gracefully to weave spells.

"Look at this," D'andre said with a cheeky smile. He mixed light and wind magic together to create several fast-spinning, small balls of light that danced in the air around him, leaving trails of luminescence.

"Wow! So cool!"

"Incredible! I've never seen anything like it!"

"If I could do that, I'd be married by now!"

The young soldiers were easily drawn to the awe-inspiring tricks of D'andre, their eyes wide with wonder as they clapped and cheered.

D'andre was still performing when he spotted Rowan and Elara approaching from a distance. His smile brightened immediately; he called off the spell, causing the glowing orbs to vanish into sparks, and rushed to meet them.