This bizarre technique stunned everyone present.
It also caused beads of cold sweat to form on Sam's forehead.
'How did it come to this...'
'There's no way to fight this!'
'It's like he's using a cheat code!'
'It's practically wishing things into existence!'
'He can draw whatever he wants, and there don't seem to be any limits. After drawing a small mountain, the little boy's breathing only quickened slightly. His ghostly energy is clearly still abundant.'
Sam had no doubt.
If he were to transform into a swarm of bats, that kid would probably draw a flock of eagles to catch him right away.
Sam looked to the ghost emcee, Henry, at his side.
The latter's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He couldn't help but take half a step back. "Master Sam, it's not that I won't help you."
"You saw for yourself. I'm just a humble emcee. I'm great at hosting weddings—I can handle any style of wedding and control the whole event—but I'm really not cut out for fighting..."
