Time slowly passed by.
Before they knew it, another hour had slipped away.
Every minute, every second was torture for Lily Tisdale, Bardon Bard, and Prajna Bates.
In that hour, Lionel Yeager hadn't moved at all, as if he had entered a state of meditative transformation.
What worried them even more was the fact that Lionel's aura was growing weaker and weaker.
If one didn't pay close attention, it was almost undetectable.
Prajna Bates clenched her fists tightly, her teeth biting down on her lower lip, her complexion turning slightly pale.
Lily and Bardon Bard also clenched their fists, their faces full of worry and anxiety.
Another half hour passed slowly.
Suddenly.
The faces of the three changed dramatically.
Bardon exclaimed in shock, "What's happening, Brother Yeager's aura has disappeared?! Could it be... could it be..."
But, he couldn't finish his sentence; he was unable to continue.
"Whimper..."
Prajna Bates suddenly burst into tears.