Low Level

Hiss!

At the critical moment, Heath's innate spell was automatically activated. A wisp of flame suddenly bloomed, illuminating the black and white world.

As the flame lit up, Heath instantly regained control of his body. He hurriedly retreated, and the large hand that was grabbing at him almost brushed past his face.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

The gasps of distance reverberated in the room. In a world of black and white, Heath stared nervously at the man in front of him.

After the huge black hand grabbed nothing, the man suddenly twisted his neck in a strange posture and turned his head bit by bit. His two eyes stared straight at Heath.

His grayish-black pupils were not confused from before. Instead, they were filled with curiosity, as if he was surprised that Heath had dodged the attack just now.

That gaze seemed somewhat familiar to Heath.