Chapter 366 Jeanne vs Joanna
After Joanna agreed to stay, they returned to the small party in the village square. The paper lanterns glowed beautifully in the air, carried by the laughter of children, creating a magical atmosphere. Caelan was already waiting by the buffet table, his broad smile adding to the joy of the night.
"You worried me, Jeanne. I thought you were hesitant to marry me," he teased gently, a playful tone filling the closeness between them.
"No. I just need to convince my sister not to leave me," Jeanne replied, her voice tinged with unspoken tension.
Laughter filled the air, countering the tranquil silence of the night. But... the wind suddenly stopped.
The flying lanterns froze in the air, as if time had also come to a standstill. The sounds of laughter and joy melted into a profound silence, while the birds that usually chirped at night fell silent, as if sensing an impending threat. Tension enveloped the square, as though time itself had frozen, waiting for something unexpected. Jeanne felt her heart racing, each second stretching out like an eternity. She clutched her sleeves tightly, feeling the magical aura filling the space around them, like energy burning within.
Jeanne felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, fear creeping into her soul.
"Joanna?" she called out, her voice trembling in the shocking stillness.
Joanna stood frozen, as if hypnotized. Her eyes widened, filled with anxiety and fear. Her body trembled, signaling that something unusual was happening.
From deep within her heart, Jeanne felt a powerful wave of energy, as if something was awakening between them, something that had long been buried. In a split second, blue and yellow light clashed spectacularly in the tense atmosphere—captivatingly portraying their intertwined destinies in a way that was mesmerizing and frightening. It felt like lightning striking, shattering the peace that had settled in the calm of the night.
"Sister... sister... I... I can't... hold it back..." Jeanne uttered, her voice filled with despair, as if signaling the danger that was approaching.
The fluctuating symbols on her arm—glyphs that had helped stabilize her powers—began to shine wildly, emitting a blue light that pulsed in the darkness of the night.