Time flew by, and another week had passed.
In the basement of Colin's residence on Lye Holy Street.
Whoosh!
A fireball the size of a washbasin suddenly appeared!
The orange-yellow glow reflected on Colin's impassive face, which seemed stripped of any emotion.
The next moment.
A misty red light shot out from his hand, striking the intensely burning fireball in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The brilliance of spirituality twinkled and the fireball swelled with the wind, instantly conjuring a flaming humanoid figure in the basement.
Raging flames burned, and heat steamed up!
With his mechanical mind coupled with his superbrain state, Colin keenly captured every detail before him.
The hard grey floor slightly blackened under the licks of flame, and some exposed sawdust on the nearby humanoid pig iron target turned yellowish-brown under the sweep of heatwaves.
