"Sean, you really are awake, right?"
Seeing the worried expression on Little White Flower's face, Sean subconsciously wiped his mouth and placed a hand over his chest.
To his surprise, once the searing pain and urge to vomit had faded, an immense sense of relief surged up instead, as though a terminally ill patient had been granted a new life.
What was that thing the strand of hair had pulled out of my body?
Sean stood up, feeling light all over, as if he had just taken a sauna and received a full-body massage.
He stared at his hands in astonishment. "Why do I feel like that thing pulled something bad out of my body...?"
The other three exchanged looks. Hermione cautiously stepped forward and tested him, "Sean, what spell did you demonstrate to me when we first met?"
Sean knew they were worried about him. He did not joke around and answered seriously, "Reparo. I used it on the tab of a can of cola—I'm not acting strange. That's what's strangest."
Hermione seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and Stephanie also confirmed that the Sean before them should be fine. Still, she reminded him, "Maybe you should check the things you can't normally notice."
"The things I can't notice... I'll take a look."
Sean closed his eyes and entered the Soul Floating Island.
The moment he entered, his eyes widened in astonishment.
The entire Soul Floating Island was enveloped in a transparent barrier. Yet unless it encountered a soul disturbance, the Soul Floating Island's autonomous defenses would not activate.
Did Pride suddenly go berserk just now? Why didn't I feel anything at all?
Sean hurried to the edge of the island. The transparent barrier was covered in countless marks, as though long swathes of dark hair with mucus