The K!ss was a light touch, and Gar felt the coldness of Griffin's lips. It was cold in the snow, and both of them were not feeling well. Griffin's dream was not a good one, and Gar touched his back, and sweat soaked his clothes.
Warlock lay curled up in the snow, and Griffin sat up. He felt the mark on the back of his neck was healing, and the alternating hot and cold feeling was very uncomfortable.
"We need to re-evaluate the opponent's strength." Gar turned over the warlock, "His illusion spell even blinded my eyes. Unlike the imp we met before, this one is a very powerful guy. But it's strange that I didn't find the puppet."
"A branch of the Warlocks." Griffin's hand moved from Warlock's chest to his waist, but he didn't find what he expected. He said, "The Warlocks Union used to be active in Saint-Vers. Controlling puppets was indeed their main business, but there were also people who were not good at dealing with puppets and studied illusion spells."
This kind of mental deception requires psychological suggestion. Maybe these guys have already appeared, but they didn't notice it. Griffin has been able to determine that he is becoming dull, which may be related to the recent restlessness of the mark.
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