"Is this... magic power?"
The twirling cyclone on the man's forehead immediately reminded Roland of Nightingale's description about the form of magic power, but seeing it now for himself, he thought it was more like a galaxy. Several spiral arms were revolving around the nexus, the brightest point which was located in the center. Despite that it was only about a palm size, when he carefully looked at it, he could notice numerous details and felt some surging power in it.
"Are you a martial fighter?" The man suddenly opened his mouth to ask in a hoarse voice.
"No, I'm not." Roland was fully alerted.
"Yeah, I guess so." The burnt-face man turned his body toward Roland without moving his head at all. "You taste sweeter."
Roland looked for weakness in the man's body while saying, "if you were a girl, I might be a bit interested in hearing these words. Are you a man bit by the magic power... no, Force of Nature?"
