"What…just happened?" Sahar Khara stared incredulously from within the cave that he created when he was sent flying. Through the gap, he stared at the sky, observing the embers floating there dissipate slowly as the fire dragon vanished.
It just didn't make sense, for the fire dragon seemed like something he had created when in truth, it was unleashed by Teto.
'How did he unleash an attack that seemed like mine?' Frowning in response, Sahar Khara exited the cave, uninjured, but was more cautious now.
He observed Teto, probing into the strength of the other party, 'He's only a Grandmaster Metal Mage. Then, how did he do that?'
He then recalled the gun that had appeared in Teto's hand, muttering slowly, "You…what kind of Pseudo-Relic is that?"
"I've never heard of such a weird Pseudo-Relic."