And Carl was still sitting cross-legged on the ground. His eyes were unknowingly filled with numerous bloodshot veins, and the hand holding the Magic Wand trembled slightly, uncontrollably.
I was careless! he thought. If my spiritual power had increased by just 0.1 or 0.2, I wouldn't be stuck in this limbo. At least I could have withdrawn in time.
Now…
I'll risk it all!
With a fierce glint in his eyes, his perception narrowed, focusing solely on the threads crisscrossing in mid-air and the gradually forming Magic Flying Carpet.
An unknown amount of time passed.
BANG!
A figure fell heavily to the ground.
After a long while.
"Hmm..."
Carl rubbed his head and struggled to get up from the ground. He felt as if his head weighed a thousand pounds, and his ears were buzzing.
He reached up to wipe his face, and his palm came away entirely covered in blood.
I overdid it!
