After using Flaming Jump to leave his original position, he saw the person who had just helped him.
The Hanged Man, Alger, wore a tricorne hat and looked as if he had merely happened to pass by.
As Alger assessed the other party, a golden glow spread over his body, layer after layer expanding outward.
Wherever the golden light passed, the controlled objects instantly returned to normal and fell to the ground one after another.
The next second, an icy wind of unknown origin blew against the back of his neck. The sensation, as if his soul had been frozen stiff, made every hair on his body stand on end, and he began trembling uncontrollably.
Whoosh!
A fierce gale burst from Alger's body, instantly dispersing the icy wind, but the chilling sensation did not vanish.
A Wind-blessed was not particularly skilled at dealing with such strange abilities.
Alger frowned. Just as he was about to touch the talismans on his body, his body suddenly stiffened, plunging into indescribable coldness and numbness.
It was as though invisible hands were pressing down on his shoulders, calves, chest, abdomen, and other places, pinning him firmly in place.
A Wraith?
No, this invisible enemy was far more terrifying than Senor I had encountered before. Just who had the World provoked?
He suddenly regretted impulsively stepping in to help... He should have observed a little longer, or simply prayed to Mr. Fool.
As he frowned in thought, considering how to escape his predicament, fragments of fine, brilliant starlight emerged from the void before him, weaving together in midair into an illusory door covered in mysterious patterns.
Then, he saw Randolph Carter walk out from behind the door.
"Save—"
Just as he was about to speak, an invisible icy hand clamped tightly over his mouth.
Cyril