The five teams quickly pulled back. In each team, a Servant retreated while scraping a deep line into the ground with the tip of an axe.
Two other Servants carried enormous wooden barrels, walking backward as they poured the gunpowder inside along the lines.
Behind them, others carried planks to clear a path, preventing anyone from accidentally falling.
Each explosive team had laid out several fuse lines to prevent anything from going wrong.
Everyone was extremely tense, but they managed to keep their rhythm and avoid falling into disarray.
[You think lighting the fuse in twenty-seven seconds will be the best choice. That will leave it heavily wounded at the center of the explosion!]
[Warning! Don't let anyone look directly at it before it's seriously injured. Of everyone here, only you and Shana can barely look at it. No one else can resist its mental interference!]
"Heavily wounded?!"
Colin's pupils shrank. Did that mean more than a ton—nearly two tons—of explosives still wouldn't be enough to kill it outright?
When they'd used a hundred pounds, had that supposedly considerable damage only blown off its toe?
What kind of stats did a Lord-level Aberration have?!
"Good thing I didn't get overconfident and rush in when we'd only prepared a ton. I nearly got fooled by this damn prompt. Its information really does need to be examined carefully!"
Colin cursed under his breath and quickly retreated, not daring to let his attention wander.
He still had to keep his eyes on the Gray Fog before him, watch the Aberration's direction, and read the "Countdown" in the prompt.
Thirty seconds, ten seconds, one second!
"Light it!"
As he shouted, Colin calmly poured blood from the Hurricane Lamp and ignited the fuse line he was responsible for.
"Run! Don't look back!"
As soon as