“Are you serious...?” Michael wondered with a frown.

“Yes, there is no time so hurry. I have to attack while I still look like this. If it is your sand then you will be able to keep me in his mouth.”

In fact, I didn’t want to enter the fiery mouth with no protection. I might be a chef but I was only 50% resistant to flames. It was a different story if his sand helped me.

Michael opened his mouth, “You seem to know my sand well. Then can you kill him?”

“Perhaps.”

“Okay, I’ll believe you.” Many words weren’t necessary. He waved his hand and sand started to wrap tightly around my body like a ball. Michel controlled the sand with one hand and blocked Minotaur’s attacks. “In the next 30 seconds, I’m going to throw you in his mouth. I wish you luck.”

I didn’t answer. In fact, it wasn’t important. My first thought was that this was what it would feel like to be buried in a coffin. I was taking a deep breath when Mudur’s voice was heard.

[Kuhaha! Human, you're a crazy guy!...