Countless chains moved across the ground like snakes, slipping headfirst into the construction site, ready to attack on sight.
Behind these magnificent chains that went against every rule of physics was their owner, moving calmly with every intention of killing Jamie.
What kind of technique is that… breaking apart after it lands on the ground?
He pondered, standing up with his eyes still on the craving chains that were entering the hall of the construction site.
His heart began to rush, hundreds of thoughts rising into his mind. Even a technique he had never seen before was a learning point for him.
Just thinking about it resurfaced a memory from when he was with Castor.
They were in a large deserted house that Castor said used to be a shrine. It was the second stage of their training, where Castor told Jamie to count all the cockroaches in the building just by sensing them.
