After the disappearance of the ghostly baby arms, Corey remained where he stood without moving.
His gaze was entirely on the spot where the ghostly baby arms disappeared, and he did not shift his gaze for at least five seconds.
Blood streaked down the corner of his lips and nose, and then it trickled down his chin before falling on the ground.
He glanced at his dark grey blood, and then he wiped the blood of his lips with the back of his hand before pressing the side of his nose and sneezing the blood in it away.
Sigh
He released a soft sigh, and then he looked around with a calm expression.
His constricted pupils slowly went back to normal, and he staggered slightly while holding his head.
Being in a state where he would most likely have been able to see the movements of a low-level Tier 7 placed an unfathomable amount of strain on his mind.
In fact, if another thirty seconds passed and he remained in such a state, he would have reached a point of no return.
