บท 348: Perfect Prediction. Part 2

Waving her hands to disperse the ball of soul power conjured in her palms; Olivia sighed lightly and muttered, "Teacher was sent out safely. Now I can—"

Her pupils suddenly constricted and she instantly slanted her head towards her left.

In the space where her head had previously been, a small fracture appeared in space out of which a fleshy, disgusting, tentacle-like appendage whose surface was dotted by millions of microscopic suctions cups reached out and tried to grab her head.

Failing to grab its target, the fleshy tentacle stiffened for an instant in confusion before starting to rapidly trash about its surroundings. The fierce trashing caused the fracture, out of which it appeared, to expand. 

This expansion prompted more, similar tentacles to appear out of the fracture which then followed the previous patterns.