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.

out of anger, we could've

bad no such

finally get what you

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

VUAM—!

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

staff, even more, Durara glared in my direction, directing the murderous aura revolving

pay for what

my direction like an unstoppable tsunami.

"Stay back, Ren."

of the skull. Though the palm looked just like an ordinary attack, it was anything

Durara's bloodlust, a small white glow enveloped Waylan's palm as

the skull split apart as though it was made out of water. What followed after was a

"Hmph."

She then proceeded to tap her staff

Crack! Crack!

the floor, everything beneath her feet completely shattered apart, revealing the rough ground

floor slowly rose in the air around her,

surrounding her completely. She raised

"I'll kill you, traitor!"

reverberated throughout the whole building as a frightening power surfaced from above the top of the staff. Within seconds, a powerful ball of energy materialized in front of Durara as she pointed the

"Hieaak!"

But she wasn't done.

suddenly froze. Then, in unison, it agglomerated towards the

in a matter of seconds. By the time the mana had completely converged on top of the staff, a second had passed and one

their weapons

both sides were ready as a threatening energy expanded from

Waylan looked to

you

it to

rank himself, Ultruk was confident in defending against Durara's attack. Although he could feel just how powerful her attack was,

at least, that's how it

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

longer quantify the power radiating from her

"Huuuuarg!"

furious cry of thunder as it reverberated throughout the hall, strongly shaking the surroundings. A devastating energy rooted deep within his body sprang out,

area around his foot. His

even colder.

of energy revolving around her merged together to form an even larger, inconceivable mass of destructive mana that quickly shot it in our

built-up energy in his calves, his body tore through the air

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

tip of the axe and ruthlessly smashed against Durara's attack.

BANG—!

the head-on collision, causing Ultruk to get forced backward. A bright light shot outwards, and everything close to the epicenter of

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

for me, I had Waylan for support. A thin shield enveloped

"Ugh…!"

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

the ensuing battle, Waylan's

a fight I can interfere with…" he

Waylan realized that the fight was

as one gets closer