'What happened?'
Patrick thought to himself, at a loss. He was still in the same stance, but was suddenly a full meter away from the platform. Nothing had changed except his position.
'Spatial magic? But how?'
Wasn't Spatial magic simply portals? He hadn't noticed going through any portal. Furthermore, while Patrick was aware that his sense of mana wasn't as toned as Alan Peccator's, it shouldn't be this bad... Should it? He should have sensed something, at the very least.
But there was nothing, no fluctuation in the surrounding mana, not even his own. He hadn't even felt Alan Peccator use even a sliver of mana! Patrick looked at the platform, at the giant sitting in the middle of it, his chin resting on his hand, with an amused expression on his face.
"The loser is he who falls out of bounds, right?"
Alan repeated, wanting a response from the dazed Patrick.
"..."
Speechless for a while, the boy gathered his bearings and asked.
"May I have a rematch?"
