"Disappeared?"
Staring in astonishment at the barren battlefield frozen in Time Stasis yet now completely empty, Punk's eyes widened in a rare display of surprise. Almost the instant the Morningstar Mage had cast Spatial Prison at Walkerway directly ahead of him, the Red Robed Mage—who had just been craning his neck, waiting for Punk to unveil his great work of art—abruptly lost all trace of himself as though he had never existed. Such astonishing displacement and speed of action could not help but draw attention, because even with Punk standing still and thinking at his current speed, he had nearly failed to react in time!
Yes, it had been too fast. Walkerway's movement had been so fast that it could only be described as "disappearing"! In fact, before the translucent little sphere that imprisoned time could even reach its destination, Whisper of Destruction had already noticed that his enemy seemed to have instantaneously changed locations, appearing atop another low hill far beyond the effective range of Time Stasis.
At that moment, the lunatic crouching on a blood-red boulder was not afraid despite having been attacked. Instead, he was waving at Punk in provocation.
"Hahahaha, you can't hit me, can't hit me, can't hit me~ You can't hit me! Hehehehe, are you mad? Does it feel awful? Isn't my greatest invention—Mind Teleportation—awesome? Do I exist? Do I not exist? Nobody can kill a monster that doesn't exist... yes, nobody can! Hahahahaha!"
"..."
"I see. Is this a mind-based Morningstar Level Spell? No wonder the 'President' described it as 'absurd'..."
Without feeling even the slightest anger at his enemy's provocation, Punk silently turned to look at Walkerway, and in the blink of an eye, every trace of surprise vanished from his face.
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