Chapter 143. Crystal Jar

“Your… power?” Caspian mouthed as he took the container from her, his eyes filled with wonder, watching as the orange mist flowed like fluid dust inside the crystal shell.

“Yes, that should be enough for you. It's equivalent to the amount of magic you would have gotten from a total of four bodies, so use it wisely,” Lyra replied, turning away from him again.

“Why... Why are you helping me?” Caspian asked, his brows furrowing with concern—he wasn’t expecting the mission to be so easy.

“No, no, no. No!” Lyra chuckled as she slid back toward him quickly, carried along a curvy path by a crystal platform beneath her feet.

She stopped in front of him and responded, her brows furrowing in annoyance—her voice remaining calm and cold. “Unlike the rainbow-loving, flower-sniffing, sunbasking, happy little Luminarian pests, the Papilean fairies are a war-bred species that thrive on battle and violence, so we could care less if the world caught on fire and burnt to ashes