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.

managed to provoke her into doing something stupid out of anger, we could've used that chance and

no such thing

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the very air

VUAM—!

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

my direction, directing the murderous aura revolving around her body

for what you've

unstoppable tsunami. Opening

"Stay back, Ren."

the direction of the skull. Though the palm looked just like an ordinary attack,

it came into contact with the red skull, which was a tangible reflection of Durara's bloodlust, a small white glow

it was made out of water. What followed after was a strong gale that messed

"Hmph."

her small attack had not worked, Durara snorted. She then proceeded to tap her staff on

Crack! Crack!

touched the floor, everything beneath her feet completely shattered apart, revealing

floor slowly rose in the air around her, encircling

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

"I'll kill you, traitor!"

seconds, a powerful ball of energy materialized in front of Durara as she pointed the staff in

"Hieaak!"

But she wasn't done.

Durara suddenly froze. Then, in unison, it agglomerated

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

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

a threatening

look, Waylan looked to his

can you

to

Ultruk was confident in defending against Durara's attack.

how it

at the top of her staff became more threatening and

I could no longer quantify the power radiating from

"Huuuuarg!"

let out a deep shout. 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

beneath him cracked apart as fine, miniature crevices expanded from the area around his foot. His calf muscles tensed, revealing thick veins that threatened

became even colder. The enormous

a forty-five degree angle, the two spheres of energy revolving around her merged together to form an even larger, inconceivable mass of

attack caused Ultruk 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. Holding onto the large axe with both hands, he appeared right in front of

was positioned lower, its head angled right below his waist. But this was no problem for him. Intensifying his grip on the

the tip of the axe and ruthlessly smashed

BANG—!

get forced backward. A

were pushed even

for support. A

"Ugh…!"

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

the ensuing battle, Waylan's face couldn't

a fight I can interfere with…"

place, Waylan

grows as one gets closer to the