In the top-level box, the black mist surged more noticeably as it watched John deploy a magical attack.
"Do you think he's really got a trick up his sleeve at this point, or is he just brainless?" the voice from within the mist mused.
The nearby maids said nothing, standing respectfully in place, well aware that no response was required from them at this time.
"If he's as clever as he seems, he probably knows the secrets of this place too. Yet he still dares to use that move; it looks like he has his own cards to play," the black mist noted with a hint of pleasure in its tone.
In the air, the fruits were slowly peeled, showcasing a terrifying control over energy.
The black mist swirled in the air, seemingly indicative of its energy fluctuations.
John, feeling his stamina nearly replenished, looked once more in Victor's direction.
