Izpalut stood in the sky. Alongside Iz, four other figures stood in the air.
A red-haired boy with a greatsword on his shoulder, and a green-haired girl holding an emerald-green wand.
And an extremely composed stone.
"Yo! An Zheng!"
"Finally decided to show yourself?" Izpalut said arrogantly, looking down at the Level 8 mage.
An Zheng's body was withered, and only hollow sockets remained where his eyes and mouth had been.
"Izpalut."
"Heh. Is this the principle you were always going on about?"
Iz flicked back his long hair. There wasn't the slightest trace of apology on his face; instead, he wore a faint smile.
"Well, I'm sorry about that. I'm not the type to stubbornly cling to the rules."
Iz pointed to his head. "As a mage, the most important thing is learning to be flexible, An Zheng."
An Zheng remained extremely composed, but there was no anger or sorrow in his voice.
He simply said, "Flexible."
"I think all I see is a clown who doesn't stand by his own principles."
Iz looked arrogant and indifferent. "Heh. Say whatever you like."
Thump—
Obades stood midway between An Zheng and Izpalut.
Centered on Obades,
a faint, invisible field spread outward.
Clang!
In an instant, a vast area of space was completely sealed off.
A defender didn't just protect the team; they also obstructed enemies. If an enemy tried to flee, the defender was the first to stop them.
At the same time, defenders were least likely to be caught off guard by an enemy counterattack while giving chase.
Barriers rose in every direction.
An Zheng looked around. Now, the only way to escape was to kill Obades.
Chicheng said, "Yo, old man."
"I usually don't hit kids, old people, or women... But since Iz is such a bastard, I