With a buzz, the crimson sphere trembled violently, releasing a thick red mist that quickly spread toward Felix.

He didn't know exactly what it was, but he wasn't stupid. If it touched him, his chances of survival would plummet.

With a thought, the Inkspire Quill appeared in his hand. He casually sketched a few strokes in the air. At first glance, it seemed useless, but Felix knew better. This was one of his trump cards.

If the Inkspire Quill didn't work, he'd have to resort to one of the tec