"[Fog Spell]!"
Visibility was often a crucial factor in battle. When outnumbered, a single Fog Spell could make all the difference.
As white mist burst between the pits and spread around them in an instant, Wendy realized she had to make a decision quickly.
She looked toward Arthur. The devout priest was already about to disappear into the fog, and only the gods knew how long remained until the twilight he had spoken of. "But we can't leave his side."
It was less that they believed the gods would deliver a miracle than that they had no better choice. Could they really abandon the praying priest and retreat?
After a moment's thought, she gritted her teeth. "We have to attack!"
Hubble Hall tried to stop her from acting on this insane idea. "You mean take on thirty professionals head-on!? There's even a Third Ring Spellcaster among them—"
When [Dispel Magic] shattered their sheltering hut, Hubble Hall had already realized that events were heading in a direction he did not want to see. A Mercenary force comprising thirty professionals was frightening enough, but the appearance of a Third Ring Spellcaster confirmed that a larger conspiracy lay behind this. That spell ring alone placed its wielder among the rare few Spellcasters.
But as an arrow shot through the fog and narrowly struck the ground at his feet, Hubble Hall heard the clack of iron boots. The crisp sound was almost like someone clicking their heels together.
He knew what that meant. With no other choice, he rushed out of the fog after her and saw Wendy raise her silver shield, charging with her sword trailing behind her, straight toward the powerfully built man standing amid the crowd, a full two meters tall.
Lamplight glimmered on his smooth forehead, and his coarse beard