A strong wind from nowhere sent Spencer's clothes billowing, and the surrounding temperature suddenly became abnormally hot.
All he saw was the dirt churning in the violent wind before something swiftly shot towards the north.
The giant hand made of mud slowly crumbled amidst the vibrations, and the car slid out of the mud. Spencer took Fujiwara Makoto by the hand and carried him to safety, watching as the car slowly slid to the side of the road.
"I don't know who you are, but if something happens to you, he won't let me off the hook," Spencer said.
"Is Ishmael really sent by the United Council?" Fujiwara Makoto asked.
"There's no doubt about that, but he far exceeds the United Council," Spencer replied with a smile.
"Did you provide him with the superpower?" Fujiwara Makoto asked again.
Spencer let out a long sigh and said, "We're not that capable."
