"Really, kid?" Fenrir commented in disbelief.
"What about now?" Ndulou replied, peeved.
"Among all the runic casters that I encounter, you're the weirdest one."
"I don't care about your opinion."
"Where did you learn this type of casting?" Fenrir continued to bother Ndulou with his curious questions. Not knowing that all the spells and castings that Ndulou had made were all from Fenrir's memories, It only seems different from Fenrir's perspective because of how Ndulou improvises each casting to adjust and be more safe to cast from his weak human body.
"You're not responding again!" Fenrir shouted.
"Would you shut up? I am busy playing dead, okay?"
He is actually feeling strange. He was only experimenting with runic casting, and he successfully cast a runic spell to make his body bleed without dying.
He couldn't believe that he was breathing fine even though his head was separated from his body.
