The impact of the Art of Jupiter attack that landed was so intense to the point that it made his mask start to crumble. The three of them were eager to see just who it was underneath his mask, but the man who wore it covered his face with his left hand as he casted a spell with his dark red oak wand.
"Art of Shezmu: Catastrophe!" White Mask exclaimed. In that exact moment, the three of them were immediately placed on the ground, like something had pulled them. It looked like gravity itself was working with White Mask.
But it was not gravity which made them glued to the ground, however. It was their blood itself, pulling them down to the floor, making them stick to it like glue.
They wanted to tilt their heads upwards and take a close look at how White Mask truly looked like without his head piece, but no matter how hard they tried to, it was just not happening.
