Grim Reaper Herpo's outstretched hand suddenly closed on empty air, as if he had been reaching for nothing to begin with. The touch spell that drained a victim's life force did not harm Allen at all.
Allen had already understood the secret behind the Grim Reaper's earlier teleportation. He had once sensed the way Luna moved by will in the Astral Plane, and the Grim Reaper's method was merely another application of will-based teleportation. At last he understood—he only had to think of where he wanted to go. As long as he wanted it! As long as he believed he was in a certain place without doubting himself, then in this world, he would appear there.
The edge of the Underworld was, in truth, only one step away. Going outside would only require him to take another step... The only trouble was that this applied more to himself. Trying to bring the Grim Reaper out involved a clash of wills, and that would not be so easy. If the Grim Reaper did not want it and Allen did, there was no telling what reality that conflict of wills would produce.
Still, it was enough to draw a coughing laugh from Allen's mouth. Magic began flowing through his healed body; as his physical condition recovered, the magic produced by that recovery set his blood boiling again. In the depths of desperation, he had grasped a sliver of new power.
Now Allen believed he had at least gained a goal and hope that could lead him toward victory.
"Grim Reaper." Allen bowed slightly to the Grim Reaper. "Thank you. I learned something new from you."
"I truly did not expect you to master this ability. To be honest, I only studied this new ability after learning from the lesson two years ago,