Chapter 194 - Toby’s Strength
“If he has anything different than usual… it should be that bird monster,” Melantha mentioned.
“Too bad, its’ magic aura’s too weak.” The old man shook his head.
Next, the braided old man looked back at Melantha and changed the topic. “Your father sent a message again yesterday. He wants to know when you would go back.”
Melantha crossed her arms and looked into the distance. “I don’t intend to go back before finding my own path.”
The elder chuckled and did not comment.
Melantha raised an eyebrow. “Now I’m curious, Mister Baroque. Why are you even here? Brute Cavern has been treating you in a strange way too. They already know who you are, and they didn’t expel you?”
Baroque shrugged. “They probably should. But… what if we’ve got the same enemy? Or rather, a common interest?”
It sounded like reverting time, but the spell had nothing to do with the most mysterious energy called “time”. It only used traces left by energy to deduct what happened earlier. It was similar to how detectives recreated a crime scene by using details left behind by the culprit.
Melantha cast a Remove Delirium and quickly sensed the change of energy in the bird’s body several seconds ago.
“This is… the sequence of gravity!” Melantha yelled out. “But a bird? Did it learn it when Sunders built his Sorcerer’s Garden?”
“Should be,” Baroque replied. “The sequence is still shallow. It can only change its own gravity because it only gained the ability recently. We were near the garden too, and none of us learned the sequence. Neither did everyone else, according to what they said later. However… a beast beat all genius wizards to it? Ha. I never expected to see such a thing in my life.”
Baroque looked back at Angor with a serious expression. “With the avian monster to help him, this kid will reach the top of the tower. There’s no doubt.”
…
As the other audience was still questioning “what happened”, the dust on the arena had slowly settled down.
The scene was now clear to everyone. Their once impatient looks were instantly replaced by great shock when everyone’s pupils shrank.
Baron Milk, who was “going to lose” according to their guesses, was standing in the middle of the arena, untouched. He was pointing his Trigger Crossbow to a pit in the floor — a pit surrounded by more web-shaped cracks that extended outward.
It was a pit that was about one meter deep. Inside the pit, a woman was shifting her body weakly. Her clothes and entire shoulder bone was shattered, and her eyes had rolled up into her head.
“But impossible! Selena was injured like that so fast?”
“Whatever happened just now? Shit! Everything was covered by freaking dust!”
“Any of you saw it? Why is the Level-1 weakling all fine? Selena’s almost a level-3 apprentice!”
The strongest ones among the audience were merely level-2 apprentices, so no one could really figure out the situation.
Apart from Baroque and Melantha, the only other individual on the scene who knew what happened, or who had a possible idea about what happened, was Dave.