Dopamine, a skill of Dreamer, allowing him to produce sound waves. The lower the sound, the stronger the sound waves.
Keeping this in mind, Dreamer made sure to speak in the lowest voice, a whisper to be precise.
He said, "die."
KABOOM!
As soon as the word left Dreamer's mouth, a huge invisible force dawned upon Quinn.
His mouth and lips flapped, showing his teeths and gums.
Quinn, who was held by ten trees, struggled and…
THUMP!
He flew back to the ground and kept falling deeper.
"What was that?"
"Quinn just fell on the ground."
"It's more like he was thrown to the ground."
"But that guy did nothing. I didn't see a single thing."
For the crowd, all they saw was Quinn falling on the ground.
"Haah!" Dreamer sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I nearly used every skill and I am sure he is still alive. Only Monster and God will do something, it seems."
[ Ding! ]