"Not worth mentioning..." Francis's mouth twitched slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.
Though he was reluctant to admit it, he knew in his heart that compared to Lor's outrageous witchcraft traits, witchcraft power indeed wasn't much.
With a quiet sigh, he suppressed his jumbled thoughts and began to carefully observe the pitch-black space around him.
"It doesn't seem any different from before." After observing for a while and unable to notice any differences, Francis looked at Lor in confusion.
"Then try leaving this space," Lor said, his smile growing wider.
"Alright." Francis nodded and turned, flying eastward.
A minute...
Ten minutes...
After flying for a full half hour, Francis turned his head and saw Lor still beside him, falling silent.
In those thirty minutes, he had tried flying in any direction, but no matter how long he flew, whenever he turned his head, he always saw Lor right beside him.
