As Ardent emerged from the hurricane he hide himself in, he could see the disbelief in ths eyes of the older, more powerful Mages. Those who could see him anyway.
While a part of him feel insulted by the look, another, one slightly tethered to his older self in another world, was not surprised. He would also have the same expression if he saw a 14 year old manager or something similar.
However, Ardent need to get them to stop gawking so he can turn the City into his domain. He pointed at the wall, causing it to shake as Mana pushed on to it.
Those who were on the walls were pressed against it, unable to get up, while those far away manage to remain upright, yet their legs threatened to fall.
"Do you need me to cast more disasters, destroying the city in the process, or would you talk with me?" the smile on his face was one of warning.