A burst of dazzling lightning flashed past, lighting the dim underground nest as bright as day for an instant.
The bright blue glow shone over the sweat-soaked faces of the members of Oathkeeper Blackwood Squad, making them look even paler.
The time was too short. They had no chance to communicate the information each of them had noticed.
But they were, after all, Veteran Professionals who had adventured for many years, and they had sharp eyes.
The Devil's combination of "[Fear] + [Stinking Cloud]" was something even Margaret, as the squad leader, had only barely resisted. The entire team's formation had been scattered in an instant, and several of them had been forced to fight on their own, struggling to break free from the chained assault of Mind Control and Acid Mist corrosion.
At the same time, however, on the other side of the battlefield, the black-haired youth whom they had initially taken for the Devil's companion, only to later discover he was not on the same side, had clearly handled the defense against those two spells with far greater ease. Not only had he been the first to pass the saving throw against [Fear], but when faced with the enveloping corrosion of the poisonous mist, he had also relied on some special effect that seemed to be either a special Combat Skill or equipment enchantment to resist it with ease.
By comparison, it would be somewhat hasty and overly one-sided to say that his actual combat ability was definitely higher than everyone in their squad.
But without a doubt, his overall quality as an Adventurer could not be poor. He belonged among the elite Veteran Professionals.
Given his actions in attacking the Devil, they even had a brief shared objective. He could be called a temporary teammate.
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