This Mystic Art would allow him to take anything of worth from them, and add these up to himself. Right at this moment, he felt how scary these Mystic Arts were. Just one art was used, and all of his enemies lost tons of their powers and abilities. As for himself, he gained all of what they lost.
He didn't know how much he'd gain, or if any of this would reflect on the real world. But he was sure his enemies would look like babies in front of him when he finished.
"This is taking longer than I expected…" At first, William thought such a process wouldn't take longer than a few minutes. Yet he stayed there for a few hours, and these whispers were still coming towards him, "Shall I move and approach them or what?"
He tried but felt like his wheel was fixed in its place by a higher force. He sighed when he felt this, knowing there was no point in trying again.
