When Fran came back to her senses, she saw a shocking sight.
The red ring clenched in her hand shone with a dazzling light, and that light held her suspended in midair.
The ground where she had been standing had vanished without a trace. Beneath her feet seemed to be a spherical crater. Since it had not yet been filled in, she could see its curved surface.
And directly beneath her was a huge pool of dazzling liquid. Its surface was utterly calm, but Fran could feel its temperature from the rising heat.
As for her enemy, she seemed to have left behind only a scream. Nothing else remained, and Fran could not see the slightest trace of Belori.
At the sight, she first let out a sigh of relief. The ring Harbos had given her was incredibly powerful; it had killed the other party instantly. No matter what, that was a good thing for her.
But what was she supposed to do now?
Fran stared at the calm red liquid below, its surface unruffled by the slightest ripple, and swallowed. She held the still-glowing ring in her hand, feeling somewhat troubled.
If she could use her strength to swing herself somewhere safe, then what about this ring? It was practically divine equipment, capable of creating such a scene and instantly killing a Formal Mage.
Fran did not want to give up the ring. If she did, it would be hard to explain herself to Harbos.
"Hm?"
She sent her mental power into the ring again and seemed to sense that she could control this spell.
Only then did she find a line of text within the ring—Third-tier spell: Blood of the Furnace.
There was no other information. She merely felt that she could control the spell's state, but she