"You knew our target was to save a dragon?!"
Even while charging forward, Redemptive Light could not suppress her surprise.
Even as she spoke, the greatsword in her hand did not pause. With a sweeping blow, she smashed a Magic Beast's skull as though crushing garlic, and incidentally scattered two phantoms into smoke and ash. Clearly, it was a fine sword.
Though Redemptive Light was a Minosian, her true form was Fenrir's Hunt, a pinnacle wolf-type form. It was the highest-grade tracker and hunter form, forged by combining the strengths of the most powerful hunting legacies of the northern Frontier Reach.
Even at the Second Energy Level, she possessed brute strength beyond anything an ordinary Magic Beast could match. One punch could blast apart an ironwood tree too wide for three men to encircle, and with a single glance, she could see through the traces left behind by her target.
When Redemptive Light entered Hunter Mode, her physical abilities and tracking capabilities would be enhanced across the board. Even from over a dozen kilometers away, her hunter's instincts could still sense a heavily injured enemy—and ordinarily, she could even briefly restore her vitality by drinking an enemy's blood.
Redemptive Light had naturally not entered Hunter Mode now, but slaughtering phantoms and all manner of bizarre chimeric Magic Beasts still excited her. Her strength grew greater and greater, and her speed continued to rise.
"Of course I knew."
Ian guided her without betraying anything in his expression. He spoke calmly as he led the group into the next terrarium.
After that, he did not stop for even a moment, immediately leading the group in a direct charge toward the next terrarium—and the many rotting corpses and phantoms lingering within had not even reacted before Ian led everyone straight past them.
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