"Why? You don't trust me?" The Count raised his head and released a ball of blue flame. The flame hit the wall on the left and exploded.
The burning flame expanded quickly and the black wall turned into egg-shaped blue mirror within seconds.
"This is what I saw when I encountered them," the Count spoke in a deep tone. "Concept gear is the best gear you can find, but your soul and life are the fuel of the gear. We're wizards who pursue the eternal life, but they're different. That's why the concept gear is so powerful."
Angele did not respond to the Count's words, he just looked at the mirror.
The image on the mirror flashed and a blue grassland slowly appeared. The endless grasses were waving in the gentle wind.
A young man in white armor that looked like a teenager was standing in the grassland.
