The Author's POV

"Ren, stay back."

Extending his hand towards my direction, Waylan pushed me back. His piercing, ice-cold gaze indifferently scanned Durara who was standing opposite him.

Holding onto a wooden staff double her size, a red orb deeply embedded at the very top of it. A soft, misty red hue shrouded the area around the staff, creating a mysterious feeling.

A heavy tension enshrouded the hall as both sides were locked in an intense stare-off.

WIIIIING—!

In a smooth motion, Waylan took out his broadsword and pointed it in Durara's direction.

Comparing the pressure he was giving off to Durara's, I could tell that he was weaker than her. In fact, it wasn't even a close match as his aura was swiftly getting suppressed by her.

Waylan also seemed to know this fact as a never-before-seen look of seriousness marred his face.

Without wasting any time, he channeled what little bit of mana he had recovered in his body towards the tip of the broadsword.

'…His psyon control is leagues above mine.'

I thought to myself as I observed him from the side.

From how he managed to freely control the psions to reach a certain point of the broadsword unimpeded, I could understand just how capable Waylan was.

But as Waylan was getting ready to fight, contrary to his expectations, Durara's attention wasn't directed toward him or Ultruk, who had still not made a move and was quietly observing Durara.

Her attention was in fact directed towards me. Durara mouthed slowly, in a tone I couldn't quite place my finger on.

"This familiar aura…"

Her chilly voice traveled through the ears of everyone present as my face couldn't help but change slightly.

Durara's expression turned from ice-cold to gloomy as her eyes that contained a faint black light shone even more fiercely. Her mind was slowly processing everything happening before her.

Seeing that she was slowly figuring things out, raising my hand, I waved in her direction, in an almost mocking manner.

"Hi."

Having been paying close attention to me for the past week or so, she was already familiar with my aura. Although I could hide it, I didn't feel the need to do so anymore.

She had already figured out what had happened so there was no longer a need.

Karl's role was done. He was no longer needed.

Might as well piss her off to disrupt her mentality.

"…It can't be. N-No, it cannot be possible…!"

Upon seeing me wave my hand in her direction, it finally dawned on her. A look of absolute shock and betrayal appeared on Durara's face as she tightened the grip on her staff.

But it didn't take long for her to calm her emotions down. Her face returned to its usual cold and indifferent one. However, everyone in the room could feel the tangible bloodlust exuding from her body.

She was angry.

'What a bummer…'

Seeing that my taunt did not work, I felt that it was a bit of a pity.

her into doing something stupid out of

bad no such

get it. I finally get what

single one of her words chilled the very air as a palpitating and almost

VUAM—!

sprang out from behind her small body, in the form of

glared in my direction, directing

for what

tsunami. Opening its mouth, the illusory skull shot in my

"Stay back, Ren."

regular palm in the direction of the skull. Though the palm looked just like

tangible reflection of Durara's bloodlust,

was only a few meters away from me, chopping his hand down, a large gap formed and the skull split apart as though it was made out of water. What followed after was

"Hmph."

She then proceeded to tap

Crack! Crack!

beneath her feet completely shattered apart,

slowly rose in the air

mana suddenly materialized around Durara, surrounding her completely. She raised her staff in the air, releasing

"I'll kill you, traitor!"

the top of the staff. Within seconds, a powerful ball of energy materialized

"Hieaak!"

But she wasn't done.

mana around Durara suddenly froze. Then, in unison, it agglomerated towards the ruby placed on top of the

mana had completely converged on top of the staff, a second had passed and one more

standing still. Aiming their weapons in

as a threatening energy expanded

grave look, Waylan looked to

can you handle

it to me," Ultruk

an rank himself, Ultruk was confident in defending against Durara's attack. Although he could feel

at least, that's how it looked to

the seconds ticked by, the energy gathered at the top of her staff became

longer quantify the power radiating

"Huuuuarg!"

His voice resembled the furious cry of thunder as it reverberated throughout the hall, strongly shaking the surroundings. A devastating energy rooted deep within his body sprang out, enveloping him whole, like

the area around his foot. His calf muscles tensed, revealing thick veins that

Ultruk was doing, Durara's eyes became even

energy revolving around her merged together to form an even larger, inconceivable mass of destructive mana that quickly shot it in our direction. A wild and violent energy swept the

in his calves, his body tore through the air at an extremely terrifying speed. Holding onto the large axe with both hands, he appeared right in front of the energy

head angled right below his waist. But this was no problem for him. Intensifying his grip on the axe, Ultruk's muscles bulged and

axe

BANG—!

get forced backward. A bright light shot outwards, and everything close

Durara and Ultruk were pushed even further back as a result of the

had Waylan for support. A thin shield enveloped the

"Ugh…!"

not too close to the attack, I could see Waylan struggling to diffuse the

the ensuing battle, Waylan's face

fight I can interfere with…" he silently

just took place, Waylan realized that the fight was far

as one gets closer