Osseus Seven Demon Balls

The thing that had smashed through four layers of Punk's magical defenses and shattered a large section of the Alchemical Floor was... a gleaming metal sphere. Its surface was covered in countless intricate dark-blue patterns, so when it moved at full speed, it looked like a dark-blue soccer ball charging wildly about.

Elsewhere, Kane stood not far from the sphere, drenched in blood from head to toe and missing one arm. It seemed he had just tried to attack when the sphere suddenly changed direction.

For the moment, however, Punk had not spotted Smile. The maiden goddess, who favored a rogue-like style of assassination, had surely already hidden herself.

Still, the spellcaster carefully noticed that bits of flesh carrying Smile's aura had been scattered across the ground in a radial pattern. So... the Legendary Mage had reason to believe that Her Majesty the Queen, the weakest of them and the first to enter the ruins, might have been injured even more severely than the Mad Knight.

"Whew, it looks like the troublesome 'big problem' has shown up after all."

Staring unblinkingly as the enormous metal "sphere" slowly rose into the air again, Punk's expression was so grim it seemed ready to drip water. Fresh blood fell from his chin onto the scorching ground, and scarlet steam thick with the stench of blood seemed to embody the mage's irritation and... fury.

In fact, Punk had already recognized exactly what the alchemical sphere before him was.

If nothing unexpected had happened, this thing should have been a golem... or rather, part of a "set of golems." And with just one glance, Punk immediately realized what this strange sphere represented!

But precisely because he recognized it, the saying rang true—misfortunes never came alone! In a sense, it was because Whisper of Destruction had