"Woooo!!!"
The Tier 1 Wizard brought by Luke had no Mouths, but upon discovering that Luke had been swept away by a strange vortex, he still rushed forward in a panic.
He bypassed Kismet, who was squinting his eyes, and Lucy, who had only managed to prop up her upper body, running straight toward Luke, who had already twisted into a clump.
But before he could even reach the gates of the manor, his entire body began to twist just like the manor itself.
This Tier 1 Wizard was also like paint on a canvas, twisted directly into a ball by an invisible yet powerful force.
Kismet, who had been watching the show, saw this scene and retreated again, backing up another three meters, only to find that Lucy was lying on the ground, motionless.
He sneered in his heart, raised his hand to throw out a rope, grabbed Lucy by the waist, and pulled her up.
"Scared silly?" Kismet was just about to mock her, but he saw Lucy, who was now suspended in the air, suddenly turn her head.
The smile on his face vanished instantly, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his temple.
Lucy's face looked like a painting with wet paint, as if someone had taken their hand and smeared it in a circle.
"Kis... met..."
The other person's Mouths were also bent into several shapes, making it impossible for her to even speak clearly.
Kismet, who had been about to pull Lucy to his side and mock her further, immediately and without hesitation threw her away.
Of course, Lucy was still useful to him, so he didn't heartlessly throw her toward the Old Days Manor, but instead tossed her to the side.
At the same time, he took a few more steps back.