บท 363: Doting

The one who had just spoken stood at a height of 6.4 feet tall and boasted a bulky physique.

Impeccably dressed in yellow attire, he sported vibrant orange hair like Seraphin, with a gem embedded in his head emitting a radiant glow as the temperature in the area continued to rise to staggering levels.

"Brother Gerald," Seraphin suddenly spoke weakly while attempting to move, causing his body, lodged inside the wall, to fall.

Just as it seemed he would crash onto the hard ground, the same phenomenon that occurred earlier repeated itself as the air under Seraphin suddenly distorted, solidifying into a platform.

Seraphin's form landed softly on the invisible platform, and he was gently placed on the ground in the next instant.

"Damn, he really did a number on you," a male voice suddenly resonated across the hallway, causing Atticus to turn his gaze toward the figure of a boy emerging from the hallway leading to the elevator.