Suddenly!
Crack!!
A slender, white-hot lightning bolt appeared abruptly in the cave hall, striking the empty space.
Wizard Lap's heart trembled at the sight.
In his current state, he could no longer handle any possible mishaps.
This white-hot lightning was clearly the power of the McIntosh Wizard Tower Spirit...
But, having stayed on Blackstone Island for sixty years, he had visited the McIntosh Wizard Tower countless times to check.
He had long since unraveled the mysteries of that Tower Spirit—it was nothing more than a rigid mechanical program.
Why now...
He shook his head, no longer pondering, and, gritting his teeth, recklessly rushed toward the heart-shaped McIntosh Magic Potion, now within arm's reach!
He had no way out!
Crack!
The white-hot lightning struck again.
Wizard Lap's heart trembled.
But this lightning was not aimed at him.
"Ah!"