Tight Situation

The hue of mana was seeping out of the rubbles—as the remnants of the ingredients and pills that were crushed along with the famous building. There, atop the ruins, stood a young man with his eyes glaring down.

He held a man that was limp—lifeless without a twitch of a muscle by the face. His supreme presence was exuded, and for the many people that watched him from below, the scene would etch inside their minds forever as they live their life.

Cherie was out of words. She knew he was a mysterious being, but she would have never thought that things would turn out this way. Out of all the important buildings in Alchemy Union, the First Hall fell victim to his act.

Porealus let out the biggest sigh he had ever let out in his life. He was sure that Lyon would do something but not to this extent. (This madman!) he couldn't describe him more than that. 

"He must have a reason for this," said Zet's grandfather with a nod.