Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"You're dead!"

Her eyes were fiery and tough. She was staring at him as though she would make a hole in his forehead. If it was possible that eyes could turn into a gun, she would had hit a headhsot.

OH SHIT, WHY IS SHE GLARING AT ME LIKE MADAM...

There were memories being plucked out of the depth of his mind. As though someone was mining in his head.

The fear which he used to have for Madam caught up with him, making his legs tremble. But there was something really weird about this feeling...

Deep inside of him, he could feel that this wasn't about Madam. It was as though a range of memory was reaching out to be picked, but it seemed distant.

But there was a strange register imprinted in his mind, surfacing. As though he had known this woman all his life. And slowly, his mind was replacing every fragment of memories of Madam.

Just a deep stare from this woman was causing so much magic that Alves almost dropped on his knees before her. He couldn't really tell what had gotten over him, but he fel