The black figure came under concentrated fire.
There was no way to capture him alive, no way to interrogate him, and not even a moment to spare.
First, this thing was harder to catch than the slipperiest loach in the world. The slightest misstep could let him return to his previous concealed state.
Second, Richard was still spurting blood.
Of everyone present besides Richard, only Kallen and Memphis knew that swallowing an insect Phileas had cultivated had given Richard an extraordinary Bodily Self-Healing Ability. Even an ordinary Bloodthirsty Otherworldly Demon could not recover as well as he could. The others, however, had no idea.
And of the two who knew, one was Richard's father.
All everyone knew, therefore, was that their teammate (son) had created this opportunity at the cost of spurting blood. Their intentions were utterly united from the very first moment.
In an instant, the black figure was incinerated.
A small pile of ashes fell where he had stood.
Kallen walked toward the ashes, while Philomina went to Richard.
Blanche instinctively wanted to inspect the ashes, but immediately remembered that she was the team's "doctor." After taking a few steps forward, she spun around. With her tall figure, it looked like a dance move.
Then, as she ran toward Richard, a healing spell began forming in her palm. Philomina had already helped Richard sit up, and Blanche immediately began treating him.
Kallen raised a hand, signaling the others not to approach, since this sort of thing might become a source of infection.
Everyone stopped. Only then did they realize they ought to check on their teammate and show some concern, so most of them headed toward Richard.
Only Alfred and Memphis remained beside Kallen near the ashes.
Alfred looked at Memphis, puzzlement in his eyes.
Memphis said quietly,