Chapitre 167: 167

Chapter 167. To Be Honest, He's Good at It.

"What's this?"

Ortlinde's voice was trembling.

In front of her was a transparent wall, and inside it was a secret room.

The three walls of the secret room had torches on them, and the faint light barely illuminated the room.

There was a vortex suspended in the center, trapped in a square metal cage, but black, viscous, and rich magic energy kept flowing down from the gaps, quickly condensing into the shape of a monster on the ground, and then quickly killed by the weapons from the roof.

Ortlinde was not terrified by the sight of such an evil and brutal monster.

It was a sense of familiarity and warmth that she felt from the thing in front of her.

It was as if it had been taken out from her body!

"This was taken out of your body when you were unconscious."

Char said in a low voice.