What astonished Charles was not that this suddenly appearing fellow was slamming into the wall.
It was the fact that he had appeared without the slightest warning.
At first, Charles had surveyed the surroundings and kept his mental power spread over the area at all times, guarding against danger.
Before his eyes spotted this wall-crashing fellow, his mental power had detected nothing at all.
Yet once his eyes saw the fellow, his mental power was able to catch his trace again.
If this guy hadn't come to ram the wall, but to ambush me, would I have been able to stop him?
In this plane, mental power could no longer give Charles complete control over his surroundings.
Charles focused his attention on the fellow who had suddenly appeared and begun ramming the wall.
He was another humanoid creature, dressed in a tattered blackish-gray robe and standing around 1.7 meters tall.
The skin exposed beyond his clothes looked utterly filthy, covered in a thick layer of caked mud.
After appearing, the fellow had done nothing but crash into the wall. The dent already in the wall had most likely been made by him.
Seeing that the fellow made no other moves, Charles circled around to one side and continued observing him.
Then the figure, who had previously shown no other reaction, turned his head and glanced at Charles.
His face was stiff and his eyes hollow. He had clearly noticed Charles as well.
Yet apart from that single glance, there was no other interaction.
It was as though he was merely in the place where he had to be, doing the thing he had to do.
Charles cast Language Comprehension and asked, "Why are you ramming the wall?"
But the fellow acted as though he had heard nothing, continuing to slam