"Forbidden Power!"
Horror painted every line of Ignatius's face, his eyes widening in a mix of shock and awe.
"Forbidden! You've actually mastered forbidden power!" He trembled, his body quaking as if shaken to its very core.
"No more games—die!"
Ignatius knew he could no longer afford to capture Alexander alive. Summoning the last vestiges of Ghost Energy within him, he threw a desperate punch toward Alexander.
But Ignatius had clearly forgotten: Alexander, too, was a master of spatial talents.
In the beginning, Ignatius's speed might have been too much for Alexander, rendering him unable to react.
But now, impaired by the corrupting influence of forbidden power, Ignatius's Ghost Energy had spiraled out of control, slashing his speed by 80%.
Under such conditions, hitting Alexander was an exercise in futility. With a flicker of light, Alexander vanished from his original spot.
