This had happened far too suddenly. Antoine Martin instinctively tried to step back, only for his entire foot to slip right out of his shoe.
In his panic, he tried to plant his foot and steady himself, only to step on the hem of his own robe.
"Strange? My shoes and clothes... what's going on?" The question flashed through his mind.
What he was wearing now was the standard robe issued by Saint-Landry. Logically, under normal circumstances, there was no reason for the hem of his robe to suddenly grow longer.
The doubt had only just surfaced when a force came from beneath his feet—as if someone had grabbed the hem of his robe from behind and yanked it hard.
Caught completely off guard, he lost his balance altogether and crashed heavily to the floor.
"What happened?" Antoine Martin grunted in pain and struggled to get up.
But before he could steady himself, another change of circumstances struck.
He suddenly felt his whole body tighten. The robe that had fit him perfectly seemed to shrink in an instant, constricting his entire body so tightly that even breathing became difficult.
"Hah..." He raised his hand with difficulty and desperately clawed at his collar, only wanting to win himself the slightest gap for breath.
His struggle lasted only a few seconds. In that brief span, whether it was the curtains, the hospital bed, the pillow, or the robe and shoes on him... everything around him had already returned to normal.
Antoine Martin seemed to realize something and abruptly looked toward Laurence, who had also returned to normal. An utterly insane thought, one that completely overturned everything he knew, crashed into his mind:
All the abnormal phenomena happening in the ward right now were caused by Laurence—what Wizards usually called a "Magical Outburst"!