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.

something stupid out of anger, we could've used that chance and capitalized

bad no such

what you guys did. Clever little

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

VUAM—!

sprang out from behind her small body, in the

grip on the staff, even more, Durara glared in my direction, directing the murderous

will pay for what

her aura bursting forth in my direction like an unstoppable tsunami. Opening its mouth, the illusory

"Stay back, Ren."

threw a regular palm in the direction of the skull. Though the palm looked just like an ordinary

skull, which was a tangible reflection of Durara's bloodlust, a small white glow enveloped Waylan's palm as the aura encircled his hand in a

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 a strong gale that messed up my hair and clothes, but other

"Hmph."

snorted. She then proceeded to tap

Crack! Crack!

everything beneath her feet completely shattered apart, revealing the rough

floor slowly rose in the air

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

"I'll kill you, traitor!"

the top of the staff. Within seconds, a powerful ball of energy materialized in front of Durara as she pointed the staff in my direction. The ball then proceeded to levitate in front

"Hieaak!"

But she wasn't done.

high-pitched scream, the mana around Durara suddenly froze. Then, in unison, it

time the mana had completely converged on top of the staff, a

happening, the dozen or so duergars weren't standing still. Aiming their weapons in our direction, they were also

sides were ready as a threatening energy expanded from their

look, Waylan

can you handle her

to me," Ultruk

confident in defending against Durara's attack. Although he could feel just how powerful her attack was, he wasn't

at least, that's how

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

this point, I could no longer quantify the power

"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 cracked apart as fine, miniature crevices expanded from the area around his foot. His calf muscles tensed, revealing thick veins that threatened to pop out of his skin at any second.

what Ultruk was doing, Durara's eyes became even colder. The enormous energy lingering atop

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 wind apart, forcefully

and Waylan's gazes to harden. However, Ultruk, who was standing at the front, did not dodge. Releasing the built-up energy in his calves, his body tore through the air at an extremely terrifying speed.

waist. But this was no problem for him. Intensifying his grip on

axe and ruthlessly smashed against Durara's attack. The space around

BANG—!

backward. A bright light shot outwards,

pushed even further

had Waylan for support. A thin shield enveloped the two of

"Ugh…!"

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

battle, Waylan's face couldn't be any more

fight I can interfere with…"

just took place, Waylan realized that the fight was far

gets closer to the top.'