บท 183: Face off

P'oof took out his mask.

Mask of the Savage!

Mark frowned.

Bringing that mask out should have made P'oof vulnerable. Now, Mark knew what to break to make sure he killed P'oof. After all, a savage can only die if their mask is broken. Yet, why would the man take his mask out regardless?

Does that mask have some secrets I don't know about? Does it make him stronger?

"What, are you not coming, demon?" P'oof taunted.

Mark hesitated, legs planted firmly against the cliff. He could only attack P'oof when the opponent wasn't defending—only then would the Glass Dome vanish. And the enemy wasn't defending only when he was attacking.

If he went closer to the man, P'oof would certainly attack, if he could dodge that attack, he should be able to take that chance when Glass Dome was inactive to touch P'oof's body. If he could touch, he could win. Alchemic Shapeshifting would kick in.

But what is this ominous feeling?