Boom—
The dull crash of collapse echoed through the sea breeze as shattered stones and twisted metal components poured down from above, smashing onto the street in the distance.
Harvey rolled left with the momentum, rapidly sliding down the slanted roof.
A dark-purple beam grazed past his cheek, and even its aftershock sent a stabbing pain through him.
Mana Burst—
Harvey was secretly alarmed. At the same time, he deduced the other party's class—an evil Pact Master.
Realizing that his opponent possessed spellcasting abilities as well, perhaps even stranger and more formidable than his own, Harvey knew he could not keep trading spells at a distance. But neither did he intend to leave just like that.
This was an opportunity he had finally managed to seize.
His body skimmed over the last roof tile at the eaves.
The instant he fell, his body rapidly reshaped and expanded within the natural magic.
Against a target with such powerful long-range spellcasting, the best tactic was to close the distance and pressure them with close-quarters combat, preventing them from completing their casting motions.
Bang!
Amid the cracking and sinking bluestone slabs—
A massive shadow instantly swallowed the surrounding light.
The hulking, mountain-of-flesh owlbear crashed onto the road of Sea Breeze Street once more.
As a spellcaster himself, this was the Druid's innate advantage.
Especially since the other party had consecutively used displacement and high-intensity destructive spells—their magic power must have been severely drained.
With a low growl rumbling from his chest, his thick bear legs suddenly exerted force.
Bear claws covered in heavy calluses swept straight forward.
Yet the black figure merely tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and lightly retreated several feet.
Watching that clean, decisive evasive movement, Harvey, hidden beneath the owlbear shell, could not help feeling stunned.