"What the..."
Grey's mind was in complete disarray as he watched the scene unfolding before him. He had already been shocked by the fact that the seemingly middle-aged woman could effortlessly restrain both the shadow tree and the purple phantom. However, what truly disturbed him was how casually she had done it.
The shadow tree and the purple phantom were manifestations of powers that even Grey himself could not fully comprehend. Yet, in her hands, they looked no more threatening than ordinary toys.
Moreover, she had managed to suppress them without suffering the slightest injury.
Grey also noticed that the woman's appearance had changed. The wrinkles that had covered her face were gone, and her body seemed far younger than before. However, despite finding the transformation strange, he did not devote much attention to it.
At the moment, he had far more pressing concerns.
