"Neither blending nor alchemy?" Frod's curiosity deepened. He wanted to press further, but Angel raised his brows and looked toward the distant Star-Lake Castle. "Little Saim has begun his counterattack."
Little Saim had been running all this time, looking utterly panicked and at a complete loss.
Frod had already been certain that Little Saim could never pass this test. Yet, after nearly an hour, Little Saim, who had been darting east and hiding west the entire time, had actually counterattacked?
Frod's attention was immediately drawn to the situation within Star-Lake Castle.
With Frod's abilities, it was exceedingly difficult for him to see what was happening inside Star-Lake Castle. However, Angel used an illusion to present the scene inside the castle before his eyes.
After watching what had happened within, Frod's eyes lit up. "Not bad, not bad. Little Saim seized his timing perfectly!"
The moment Little Saim counterattacked was precisely when the Holy Light Ripple had surged forth earlier.
The Holy Light Ripple's purification was exceedingly faint and had little effect on Madam Xila. However, Madam Xila had been wholly focused on hunting Little Saim and had never expected to be suddenly attacked. The appearance of the Holy Light Ripple caused her to lose focus for an instant.
Ordinary people would likely have found it difficult to catch that fleeting instant.
But Little Saim's reaction speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. The instant he sensed Madam Xila's oppressive presence weaken, he immediately charged at her and launched his first—and only—counterattack—
Time rewound to half an hour earlier.
In the castle's second-floor corridor, after nearly half an hour of fleeing, Little Saim had not even achieved his most basic goal of reaching the first-floor hall.
He kept encountering dead souls that clouded his sight.
He thought he was running downward,