Rumble—
The deafening sound of collapse echoed through the canyon.
Edlin knelt on one knee atop a rocky ledge on the slope, gasping violently.
Her eyes, always filled with perseverance, now reflected the apocalyptic sight below in utter disbelief.
Dust and gravel filled the air, forming a grayish-yellow curtain.
Behind that curtain lay a pitch-black abyss of unfathomable depth.
Her heart pounded furiously in her chest.
Dozens of ogres, each comparable to professional adventurers, had fallen into the darkness without even a chance to resist.
Just how had he done it...?
Even a high-level caster using an upcast version of that spell should not have been able to achieve such an effect.
Just then—
"Urgh..."
A faint groan sounded right beside her ear, pressed against her shoulder.
Edlin came back to herself and turned her head.
Ryan, whom she had carried over her shoulder the entire way, had somehow already awakened.
But his current posture was rather horrifying.
His entire head hung limply toward the back-right, nearly bent against his protruding shoulder blade.
"Don't move around. Wait until we get somewhere safe, then let Grot take a look at you."
Yet Ryan did not heed the knight's warning at all.
On his pale, twisted face, distorted by agony, his bloodshot eyes struggled to look toward the cliff's edge.
"Move again and your head's going to fall off!" Edlin pressed down on his shoulder and shouted sharply.
He Xi at the cliff's edge noticed this unlucky bastard who had somehow survived.
Ryan's Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty.
His face bore an expression impossible to describe.
Pain, jealousy—or perhaps some sort of obsession.
He did not know whether the spell this man had cast was truly [Earthstone Eruption], nor did he care why that spell had blown through the