The Wandering Devil

"Oi... What the hell was that...? How the hell did he...? Is he even human?' Laurence wondered nervously 

What shook them all even more was how the young man hadn't moved from his spot. Laurence who was watching kept his eyes focused and opened wide along with the girl yet they didn't find any movement come off from the young man. 

"The leader swung his sword... And right before it hit that... There was a line...? He was cut...? But that doesn't explain how his legs and hands..." 

Laurence's eyes then widened as he seemed to realise something. A faint trace of magic power could be felt right beneath the Leader. It wasn't just any regular trace, he who has lived as a tracker for his whole life could easily make out what it was. 

'I see... I was so distracted by his movement that I failed to recognise something so obvious! The ground... His legs were cut off and frozen into the ground...'