Gawain watched as Melita's face went from red to pale, then from pale to red again. The agent lady braced herself against the edge of the desk, her eyes suddenly widening, and her whole body involuntarily swayed —— then, a low, strange mumbling came from deep within her throat. This mumbling seemed to be mixed with countless murmurs of different wills, and a pair of dragon wings, almost covering the entire study, spread out in an instant. Hidden within the phantoms seemed to be hundreds of eyes, all staring at Gawain.
The next second, all those eyes in the phantom disappeared. Melita forcibly suppressed the tearing and separation impulse from deep within her soul. Her knuckles turned white from the pressure, and her eyes wandered for half a day before focusing on Gawain: "Another one exploded..."
