Everyone was utterly astonished by this sudden turn of events.
The dungeon party certainly hadn't expected the smallest of them, Lilia, to be the one who finally finished off that formidable instructor.
The Dark Acolytes, meanwhile, looked as though their own parents had died. They couldn't accept that their powerful mentor had fallen just like that.
The ice around their feet soon melted away on its own-after all, Rhode only had a tiny bit of mana to work with, nowhere near enough to hold them for long.
But Instructor Malicia's death had completely shattered the Dark Acolytes' fighting spirit.
Some began to flee, while others hurled themselves hysterically at the intruders.
At that moment, whatever junk the Dark Acolytes could grab might have been more reliable than their rudimentary spells.
That also showed they really hadn't had time to learn anything useful at Scholomance.
Still, none surrendered. Perhaps from the day they resolved to embrace the darkness, they had known they would never be forgiven.
There was nothing left for Rhode to do now.
He stood with his hands on his hips, watching the others in the party clean up these low-level grunts.
Well, even if he wanted to help now, there wasn't much he could do.
A mage with no mana was like a Ferrari with no fuel: impressive to look at, but useless.
Drake had recovered as well. He and Lilia, the two warriors, began happily hacking away, while Targ kept bringing down lightning bolts, zapping one little sucker after another.
Even Sally began attacking the enemies with the Holy Light-she was probably using Smite.
Soon, they had finished clearing them out.
"Lilia, you've done something amazing again!" Rhode pinched Lilia's little cheek.
"Why do you have to say 'again'?" Lilia asked.
Uh, fair enough. Lilia had distinguished