A Dragonborn Kobold's eyes could barely make out things in the darkness, and only within a limited area. As the distance increased, inevitable darkness swallowed everything.
Ruger relied on his senses and began scattering Ash Bullets. He raised both hands as if playing an invisible instrument; every flick of his fingers sent Ash Bullets flying out, sometimes in twos and threes, sometimes in clusters.
That was also the advantage of Zero-Ring Spells—more precisely, the strange origin power wielded by Zero-Ring Spells.
Footsteps were drawing nearer.
Ruger did not spare the attention to look, but his mental power could still sense them.
It was not a Monster Wolf, but Mahama, who had started walking back at the very beginning of the battle.
Big Guy, already drenched in sweat, was somehow moving faster and faster, even beginning to bound forward in great strides.
Clatter!
The sound of chains began to ring out. Ruger knew it was time to leave.
"To the left," Mona, who had been watching the show with a smile, said softly.
Ruger shot forward, scattering the Ash Bullets he had just condensed.
Boom!
A tall figure brushed past him.
Ruger immediately stopped.
Like a crazed underground beast, Mahama's body began to swell wildly with every step. Mental power surged violently around him, and each foot came crashing down upon the ground as if he meant to stomp straight through it, producing thunderous booms.
A massive body did not mean clumsiness. This was a wizard capable of running across the sea.
Standing where he was, Ruger raised a hand and condensed a large ball of light. The fully empowered Light Spell drifted into the distance.
Maniacal sounds had already risen from the darkness, like some berserk giant beast running wild. They also proved how sturdy this place was. Frenzied fists