Regardless of how many spell slots this human actually had, the facts were right before their eyes.
There was no time to puzzle over the reason. Sarah could only issue an order first:
"Everyone, get close to me!"
Having escaped her shackles through [Freedom of Movement], she drew the Serpent-Head Whip she normally used for punishment from her waist and began chanting an obscure incantation as she swung it.
She would expend a fifth-ring spell slot to summon a swarm of locusts onto that Drider.
They would devour every inch of the troublesome spider's skin. Once they had stripped its flesh down to the bone, the locusts would crawl all over the human and consume his flesh and blood as well!
"Plague, swarm!"
"[Counterspell]."
The foul words seemed to stick in her throat. Sarah realized that, unable to make a sound, she could no longer sustain the spell's components. She had wasted a fifth-ring spell slot!
Frantic and furious, she finally looked with a trace of alarm at the slave who kept issuing orders to the Drow.
Only now did she truly realize the level he represented:
"Could he be a fifth-ring spellcaster too!?" The same astonishment appeared in Nightingale's eyes.
Watching the situation unfold, she realized that Tang's escape from the Southern Great Wall had apparently been no fluke—
For all his constant playing and singing, his strength had long since surpassed that of an ordinary adventurer.
At the very least, he was no weaker than the priestess before them, and Sarah already ranked among the strongest of Lolth's faithful.
At that thought, she silently placed her bet. She crouched down and slipped out of the enclosure, as though disappearing into the shadows.
Seeing a slave "break out," the other three slaves exchanged looks.
"Should we leave too?"
"Let's