"Hahaha! I did it! I killed him! Now I don't have to worry about that person showing up in the future!" Calystron couldn't hold back his laughter.
The shadow of the mysterious man had haunted him every day. That presence was like a nightmare that would never truly fade.
But now, there was no need to be afraid. The boy—the mysterious man's past self—had been successfully killed.
An overwhelming sense of happiness enveloped every cell of his body, making it hard for the smile on his face to fade.
Black smoke from the explosion spread throughout the hall. A few moments later, it slowly thinned before finally disappearing.
Calystron stared at the spot where Merlin had been killed, confirming the result.
The boy's body should have been blown to pieces after being hit by the energy ball he had thrown.
Even so, he needed to be sure the boy was truly dead.
As he focused his gaze, his body froze.
Merlin—who should have been dead—was still alive.
