The white-haired giant, over two meters tall and approaching three, retreated backwards. In the process of retreating, its strong and burly figure shrank rapidly, like a deflated balloon.
The fierce and veiny face gradually softened, the sharp and dense teeth returning to normal... A handsome and pale young man reappeared.
His long white hair danced with the wind, covering the youth's body. With "difficulty," the youth pulled out a brand-new magic robe from the white hair and draped it over himself, but his figure continued to plummet uncontrollably.
As he fell, the youth faced Clements and extended a fair and slender arm, a glimmer of deep blue light igniting in his eyes...
A gentle swipe of his finger.
An abundance of thick and mysterious auras leaked from the traces of void created by that finger's motion.
"Whoosh—"
