Andros, tormented by excruciating pain, felt alarm bells ringing in his mind. He no longer believed he could retreat unscathed.
To him, the elegant, gentle smile on the handsome young man's face was like that of a demon.
Anyone who had dealt with this brat knew that when it came to enemies, there was nothing he would not do!
That naturally included turning him into a card!
Andros endured the intense pain. All he wanted now was to die quickly and return to the Realm of Illusion—God knew how much he had missed the beautiful, vibrant living world while trapped in that place filled with lava and ruins, only for that longing to immediately shift to the Realm of Illusion.
"You filthy..." he cursed, wanting to provoke Sean completely.
Sean frowned in displeasure and waved his wand once more.
Andros's head froze rigidly in place, including his foul mouth. A layer of grayish-black rapidly spread across the ghostly body of this Ancient Greek wizard.
This time, he could not speak.
Sean examined him, then raised one hand high.
Andros instinctively tried to close his eyes, but his face had been completely petrified. He could only barely move his gray-black eyeballs, and from the corner of his vision, he could see a shadow gradually growing larger.
When he was alive, he had been a renowned Ancient Greek wizard, respected and feared by others. After death, he had been one of Herpo's most capable subordinates. Others lived at the foot of the mountain while he had always remained at its peak. How could he ever have suffered such humiliation?
The parts of Andros's pearl-white body that had not yet been petrified flickered on and off in fury, like a tiny light bulb that had been wronged.
Yet no pain came to his