Purple Haze Jojo Novels & Stories

Jhoanna’s POV Morning sunlight streamed through the trees, casting golden patches on the grass where Johanis stood with his hands stretched out. My eight-year-old son's brow was furrowed in concentration, his tiny lips moving as he chanted under his breath. In front of him, a small ball of violet light hovered in the air, flickering like a candle. “That’s it,” I encouraged, watching closely. “Keep your focus steady.” To his side, Rio stood with his arms crossed, observing with skeptical amusement. “Magic is so weird.”

Lark Oz smiled after and snapped his fingers as an overwhelming aura spread to the auction. Everyone sucked their breath as they felt the overwhelming aura of Purple, Pink, and Indigo Cultivators. Some even fainted and were guided out. “Woah! The power the Astra Pavilion holds!” Zachary said while watching everything that happened on the first floor. “I have never seen a Purple Cultivator. I wanted to go down to see.” Hector said with a hint of admiration. “I hope we can reach that level.” Sirene said while looking at the hologram.