Capítulo 977: Command

Bella's question was another test. 

Unfortunately, Tycondrius lacked the social intelligence to discern what a 'correct' answer for that test might be. 

Thus, he determined his best response to be... honesty. 

"My control over my eyes and the magic within are far superior," He said. 

"Oh, really?" The Witch responded in a bland voice.

Tycon couldn't be certain, but he had a slight suspicion that he was being disrespected. 

  "You see, like, any signs of lizards?" Bella asked. 

Tycon furrowed his brows, concentrating... focusing his vision. The magic in his eyes was enough to pierce any magical veils of a similar or lower level. 

He found... no shimmering scale behemoths, no Spells woven in the clouds, nor did he find Formations lined out with rocks and trees. 

"I see... nothing of consequence," Tycon admitted. 

"And what of the rebels?" Bella asked in a flat voice.