Just as the two were speaking, the image before their eyes became clearer and clearer; they could already see the faces of Eric and Arthur clearly.
"Damn it, this isn't my magic." Henry's expression changed dramatically, intending to chant a spell to destroy the spatial connection.
They only saw Arthur in the image give a cold smile, a familiar face but without the familiar foolishness.
His movements were gentle as he held Eric in his arms, letting Eric lean against the hollow of his neck, while his other hand made a crushing motion.
The scrying mirror instantly shattered into countless pieces. Henry, unable to disconnect in time, was also affected, his spiritual power slammed by a sudden, massive force.
The gold ornament on his forehead flashed, weakening the attacking force of the spiritual power. Henry regained his composure and gave a bitter smile.
"As expected of the Dragon race, to be able to detect even this."
He stood up straight and said to Michael:
