The tentacles on the Flying Head Demon's head swelled several times over and shot toward Matthew.
They pierced straight through Matthew's chest, punched through his heart, and burst out his back.
Despite the grievous wound, Matthew remained expressionless. His figure slowly faded until it vanished.
The figure had been nothing more than a magical illusion Matthew had left behind.
With its enemy gone, the Flying Head Demon could only spin in place.
"After turning into a Flying Head Demon, he's even lost the Magic Sense of a Formal Wizard..." Matthew stood in a tree, hidden from sight by the Illusionary Body Spell.
Creatures mutated by the Void Force changed in different ways and gained different abilities. The black-robed wizard had been forcibly raised to the level of a Level Two Wizard when he became a Flying Head Demon, but he had sacrificed much in return.
If a wizard had been controlling a Flying Head Demon at the level of a Level Two Wizard, things would have been very different. He could have used the creature as an unusual Wizard Tool and gained strength comparable to that of an ordinary Level Two Wizard.
But the black-robed wizard had turned into one himself. He had lost his reason. For all his magic power, he had few ways to use it.
Unable to find his target, the Flying Head Demon grew more frenzied. He roared and spewed a cloud of green mist.
The green mist spread rapidly. Every blade of grass, tree, and stone it touched in the woods corroded away in an instant.
Matthew chose not to face it head-on. Invisible Wind Wings formed behind his back, and he shot into the air.
Matthew raised his wand. A huge mass of golden Fiendfyre burst open in the sky and expanded.
Matthew had