Gorsa laughed like he'd lost his mind. Though his voice was as grating as metal scraping against metal and terribly indistinct, he still laughed with wild abandon.
He kept laughing and laughing, his mouth stretching wider and wider until it gaped at nearly a 270-degree angle. Even the back of his head seemed to have shrunk to the size of a walnut.
His body was growing smaller, while his head swelled grotesquely. His mouth alone took up nine-tenths of his body.
It seemed he had completely undergone Alienation.
Yet at the sight of Gorsa, Flim's mental form suddenly lurched. His thoughts drifted, unsettled, unable to find their footing.
"Something's wrong!"
He had only just realized it when Gorsa, who seemed to have already undergone Alienation, suddenly charged forward. In the blink of an eye, he covered ten meters and reached the light source he had been unable to approach no matter what.
His mouth, now as big as a table, revealed sharp edges that were so twisted they no longer looked like teeth. He lunged and...
bit down!
Like a crocodile that had lain in wait for ages, he snapped at its bison prey.
"Bzzzz!!!"
The fragment of Flim that had descended here convulsed violently. He didn't cry out in pain, yet every low-tier Wizard nearby who felt the disturbance twisted and collapsed to the ground.
Gorsa's bite didn't tear away a piece of Flim's fragment at once. But he kept wrenching his head from side to side, trying to rip away a piece of Flim's soul by sheer force.
"You're not a Third Rank!"
Flim finally realized something was wrong, his voice trembling.
"The changes to your body... they were all a disguise?!"
Gorsa clamped down on Flim, fighting like a frenzied beast in the most primitive struggle for