Before the white-haired cultist could react, Michael enveloped him with mana clothing and restricted his movement. This was possible only because he had reinforced the clothing with extra mana.
Michael looked around, just in case there were more people he hadn't noticed. However, it was clear. The same went for the map—the closest person to the two of them was a few floors down and most definitely not heading to the roof.
The white-haired, white-eyed evangelist squirmed on the ground, trying to escape. But alas, it was impossible. He was weak, and Michael had reinforced the clothing with 5% of his total mana, meaning that unless the cultist had a mana core or was about to form one, he wouldn't be able to escape.
'Hmm...' Michael could feel a bit of energy coming from the man, quickly dispersing. It reminded him of the mana-dispelling energy he had encountered back on the mountain.
