Theo can no longer hold himself. He laughs like a madman. If any of the Montroses see him now, they would think Thea has completely lost her mind.
Theo laughs freely, surrounded by the dead bodies of wolf haelions. He waves his hand, and blue flames start to burn the carcasses.
In less than two minutes, the carcasses have been burned to ashes completely, and Theo notices that the ashes dissipate into the wind. He can feel traces of mana in them.
"These haelions have mana? Like the beasts in my old world. But the beasts there had mana because Mother Nature hated us. And I don't feel that hostility in this dungeon."
Theo is deep in thought when he hears a faint, desperate scream.
"Someone's in trouble. I need to help… wait. I can't show up like this. They'll recognize me sooner or later. Maybe I can…" Theo opens his palm gently, and his image blurs.
