"You shouldn't have just injected your blood into the lock, Landon. The array on that door has spatial transmission capabilities, and the Councilman might use your blood as a medium to cast a curse or other malicious spells."
Watching the prison door open by itself and the Magic Prohibition Shackles fall off his body, Anvis sighed.
Even without thinking, it was clear that the Councilman deliberately set up these layered prisons and blood transmission arrays, undoubtedly to use Landon's blood for some unspeakable plan and purpose.
Then, as if finally realizing something was amiss, Anvis looked at Landon with some 'surprise'.
"Hmm, wait… Landon, what is your Strength level?!"
"I'm sorry, Lord Vio, my current Strength involves some of my secrets, it's inconvenient to explain too much."
Facing Anvis's confusion, Landon shook his head apologetically.
