To the current Anvis, enemies below Fourth Rank were no different in essence; he could deal with almost all of them at a glance.
As for those above Fourth Rank, the ones taking action would be the Secret Guards the duke had assigned him.
At Anvis's command, the silver-white Spellbook hanging at the noble youth's waist rose on its own and floated before him.
Facing the jungle leopard stone carving in the center of the camp, the youth's slender fingers, wrapped in pure white gloves, brushed over the pages. The silver pages turned one after another beneath his fingertips before finally stopping on the ninth page.
At the center of the elegant silver-white page, a complex earth-yellow Secret Art formation glowed faintly.
Amid an intense mana fluctuation of earth magic, a small patch of solid ground beneath the jungle leopard suddenly rippled like water.
Fifth-Rank Transmutation Magic—Liquefy Ground
With a gurgle, the petrified jungle leopard instantly sank into it.
The effect of this spell was to turn the ground within its area of effect extremely soft, much like the surface of water, for the duration of the spell.
The spell's range could be adjusted according to the Spellcaster's will. The smaller the range, the greater the depth.
This time, Anvis had reduced the spell's range to its minimum radius of two meters.
That gave it a depth of roughly forty meters.
Once he sensed that the jungle leopard had nearly reached the bottom, Anvis ended the spell.
Without the magical effect, the ground returned to its original solidity. The earth within the spell's range became exceptionally level, without the slightest dip or rise.
A full-service dragon burial, with attention to detail—
Out of habit, Anvis clapped his hands together to brush off dust that did not exist, then suddenly remembered