"You are..."
"Wayne?!"
Against the backdrop of swirling dust, Isabella's face showed shock. Two years had passed, but she still remembered Wayne's face and manner of speaking, yet the strength he displayed made her hesitant to acknowledge him.
She felt Wayne was even stronger than she was!
She herself was already a Gold Mage, whereas two years ago Wayne was merely a Mage Apprentice.
A misconception?
Is there a possibility that the shoes are an extremely powerful Magic Tool?
Around them, the members of the Scalpel Organization lived up to their elite reputation. After a brief moment of surprise, they swarmed around the mutated creature, keeping a certain distance, and recast their spells to restrain it.
No big deal, as effortless as always.
The creature, like a deflated balloon after its outburst, slumped down wilted and powerless to resist.
