Ignoring the horrifying scene behind her caused by the God Summoner of Tobesk, the sea breeze tossed the witch's brown hair. Miss Aurora, chasing the enemy across the sea surface, still had the presence of mind to recall the strange man in the temple who had refused to pursue them.
She vaguely guessed that he was the God Summoner of Tobesk. Thinking back on it now, that man's abrupt appearance in the temple had seemingly not been because of the Fishmen, nor because of the Chosen Ones, but because of the temple itself.
The Thirteenth Ring Warlock, who should have been severely wounded after summoning a god in Tobesk and unable to recover without decades of healing, had stayed alone in the temple for less than five minutes and regained such terrifying power. That implied many things:
"Is there something else inside the Fishmen's temple? Was he actually trying to make all of us leave just now? How despicable."
But before she could figure it out, Daknis suddenly turned around. A curtain wall made of darkness appeared out of nowhere on the sea surface between them. The running witch pointed, and light painstakingly tore through that layer of darkness.
Yet beyond the darkness, Daknis had actually abandoned his small boat. Using the transfer within the Darkness Vortex, he leaped into the sky directly above the witch.
It was hard to say whether he had gotten that inspiration from Shade just now.
Daknis's right hand rapidly swelled. He skillfully wielded the brand-new power he had grasped at the moment of life and death inside the temple. Black pus flowed from his palm, making half his body bulky and grotesque.
That enormous right hand, seemingly coursing with pus, descended with Daknis and struck at Miss Aurora's head. Since she had not expected