In his pupils, constricted sharply by fear, the empty space suddenly changed. The air wavered as though a frame had skipped.
The next instant, a blurry figure whose outline was almost impossible to distinguish suddenly appeared.
But what made Donald uncomfortable was that he knew the figure had appeared abruptly. He knew perfectly well that what he was seeing defied understanding. He even knew what the figure represented.
Yet when he focused his gaze on that figure, he still could not stop himself from overlooking it.
It was as if his brain kept reminding him—"The figure" did not exist!
It did not exist!
What he saw and what he knew were in tremendous conflict. The contradiction even interfered with his consciousness, causing his thoughts to become involuntarily muddled.
In just a few seconds, Donald suddenly staggered and dropped to his knees without control. Everything in his field of vision "distorted."
Every object was warping!
But Donald knew it was not those things that had changed shape, nor was it his vision that had twisted. It was his brain's ability to process information.
That figure merely had to appear, merely had to be seen, to disrupt his brain!
Yet although he understood the reason, he had no ability to resist at all. His vision rapidly blurred, and in an instant, darkness swallowed him.
Vaughn calmly watched Donald suddenly drop to his knees as if he were having a seizure. Then his entire body stiffened, his eyes staring blankly ahead as though he had gone stupid.
The figure that had suddenly appeared in response to his words slowly said, "Don't mind him. This Percival Graves merely needs some rest. You, however—such exquisite Occlumency. Among all the wizards I've encountered, it seems no one has attained a higher level of Occlumency than you,