Cough!
Cough!
Cough!
Cough!
Hidden in a location that was close to the end of the grassy plains, Corey was being held by Pamela as he coughed copious amount of blood.
His eyes and nose bled grey blood, and thick veins could be seen on his head and forehead as he held Pamela's arm tightly.
"You fool. What sort of power did you use for you of all people to be in this sort of condition?"
Although Pamela asked this question, she had an idea about the type of power Corey had used, and she was truly shocked by it.
'An illusion ability that's powerful enough to affect over a dozen Mystic Beings and an Immortal... What if it was used on me? Would I be able to break out of the illusion? Although it was an illusion of the flower, it was still an illusion that was powerful enough to fool the senses of an Immortal.'
'Corey Junior Zane... A Paragon... Are all Paragons as talented as you?'
