Bab 1000: The Luna Ceremony of the century (5)

"AAAHHH!"

Shrieks were swallowed by the roar of a sudden gale that exploded in the middle of the tent unexpectedly.

Unsecured objects went airborne, and people ducked for cover while the tent shook in an effort to stay attached to the ground.

"Talia!" Maya cried. "Did you need to do this inside?"

"Sorry. My aim was off," Talia lied. Her aim was not off. They were running late, and the only way to reach in time was to teleport, but how could she do that when they had humans in the vicinity? Going straight to the tent was the best option.

It took a few seconds for the dust to settle, with Damon and Talia embracing each other in the middle.

Damon wore a black suit, and his whole body pulsated in darkness while Talia was enveloped in a silvery light.

"I told you we won't be late," Damon said smugly.

"You were right."

"I am always right. Remember that for the years to come."