Before the Muggle leaders could recover from their fear, their view shifted again, returning to the ground.
The area where "The Master" had stood had received no magical protection from Vizet and had now become a massive crater.
Vizet and the other figures floated above the crater, and even "The Master" was no exception.
The bones covering "The Master" had vanished completely. He now resembled Odin and the other figures, no longer possessing any so-called "armor" to equip himself with.
His head hung low, and the light had nearly faded from his eyes.
More than that, his figure had become incredibly faint, as though he might dissipate at any moment.
The fear in the Muggle leaders' hearts deepened further as they watched "The Master," who had yet to vanish.
They had not expected that not only had Vizet remained completely unharmed, but even "The Master" had not perished in the nuclear bomb's explosion.
An even deeper chill rose in their hearts. Faced with such a situation, they truly could not think of any way to respond.
Looking at "The Master," who had almost become a phantom, Vizet could not help but laugh. "Mr. Miklantikutli, perhaps you could try putting a little more effort into it."
"Is such a disguise really necessary?" His tone was teasing. "After all... I can peer into your soul."
"Your soul is filled with fear, resentment, and a trace of... cunning, still plotting how to turn things around. Though your appearance is pretending to be weak, your soul is quite honest."
"Besides..." He turned to look at the figures around him. "They are all here! They can see through your disguise as well. You should try to retain some dignity."
The figures, including Odin, could not help but sigh at the sight of "The Master" resorting