The moment Hal laid his eyes upon the young man almost a decade older than him, all the worries in his heart suddenly vanished like it was a thing of the distant past, similar to how the young man suddenly disappeared without the tiniest ripple in the surrounding mana—just gone.
Hal was left dumbfounded for a moment before his wits returned.
He looked for the young man, and his eyes widened after finding the silver-haired dude in front of the now dried-up corpse of the Midnight Pixie.
Then, at a rate visible to his eyes, the nightmarish monster deteriorated and crumbled into mere ashes that scattered across the rocky ground surface, its core rolling and stopping a few centimeters away from his feet.
What just happened in front of him was nothing short of unsettling, but for some reason, it was difficult to fear the seemingly friendly silver-haired young man in front of him.
The guy seemed like a pretty chill dude, despite his overwhelming might.
