The hologram fell on the ground, its head fell next to it, and when it fell, it rolled a few times and came towards the feet of Silas.
A menacing smirk curled up on his lips as he lifted his feet up and then stomped on its head, making the thin-mist particles come out of it.
Silas then sheathed his sword once again and looked at Michael through the screen. Michael had a small smile on his lips.
His arms crossed over his chest, and his voice came softly. "You do have talent, Silas, and that's why I'll try to teach you seriously now."
He took a small pause as he flicked his finger, and the sword sheath, which was hanging towards his waist, disappeared, producing golden ray particles before it vanished.
Then, he continued. "I thought that you were a nobody, so I was teaching you normally. But I saw that you have the talent to learn the skill, and I also demonstrated it to you."
