“Knock! Knock! Knock!”

Min-Young repeatedly activated her skill, and each time, the shimmering air expanded.

“Hup.”

Once this disturbance grew beyond a certain point, Pan stopped watching and brought the flute to his mouth.

His performance was soundless. Seon-Hyeok could only assume that Pan was busy at work because of the faun’s puffed-up cheeks and busily moving fingers.

“Knock!”

She forcefully called out her ability. It carried a different weight from her earlier casts, and the wildly shimmering air froze.

Rip.

The hardened air slowly tilted before crashing onto the ground. In its place was a purple light.

“Focus.”

Pan momentarily took his mouth off of the flute to issue a warning before continuing on. The flippant attitude he showed up to this point was nowhere to be seen.

Pan sweat profusely as he continuously played the flute, and Min-Young nervously peered into the gateway as she waited for the illusory beast to appear.

“Ah…”

Seon-Hyeok’s attention was suddenly drawn away from the summoning ritual when he heard a sigh. He was shocked to see Gibson looking into the air with unfocused eyes.

As if in a trance, Gibson attempted to walk towards the gateway to the illusion world....