The hands continued to pull my leg, dragging me toward the mirror. Despite the situation, I remained level-headed. Ignoring the pain of my hand scraping against the wooden floor, my mind raced as I eventually shifted my gaze to the cloth I had pulled down not too long ago.
Without thinking twice, I extended my hand and activated [Trait Transfer], a thin dark film spreading across it as it elongated and reached for the cloth. With a swift flick of my wrist, the cloth shot toward the mirror, covering its upper half.
"——!"
The changes were immediate; almost instantly, several of the hands reaching for me faded, and the pull grew weaker. I didn't waste the chance, kicking off the ground and pushing my body backward.
The Realmwalker didn't sit idle, reaching for me again and pulling me back, though I barely managed to free myself from its grasp.
