The Author's POV

"You handle the weaklings."

Taking a bite of the fruit, black threads of demonic energy sprung forth from Angelica's body. Her clothes fluttered accompanied by her glossy black hair that wildly flung around.

With cold and apathetic eyes, she eyed the duergars standing opposite to her before her delicate foot gently pressed onto the ground and her figure disappeared.

Swooosh—!

Once Angelica made her move, turning to face Waylan, I pointed towards one particular duergar whose aura was incomparably stronger than any of the other duergar present.

"Can you stall that guy?"

With his eyes already locked onto the duergar, I was talking about, Waylan nodded his head.

"…I should be able to. Although I can't defeat him, I think I should be able to stall him. Especially since that demon companion of yours should be able to somewhat weaken his strength."

"I'll leave it to you."

Nodding my head, I took out a small circular device from my dimensional space and threw it on the floor.

The moment the device touched the floor, four retractable claws extended from the bottom of the device, hooking themselves onto the ground.

Fine miniature crevices appeared on the ground as the device hooked itself firmly on the ground.

up to it, I waved my hand

Vooom—!

hand over it, the mana in the surroundings started spiraling towards it stopping right at the very top

with each second that passed, the mana spiral would become bigger and bigger. Before long, a

down quickly, I inserted the coordinates of the room I had previously used when I was disguised

done setting this

setting up the device on the ground, I looked at

blocking the portal from connecting with the other portal I had set up before and where Waylan

BANG—!

sounded from

turning to face the direction of where the fight

'Still not good…'

that I had lost had returned, but it was still not in the state where I could use it properly. My right hand was now more of a liability than an

with my left hand, I put all my mana into it

Kracka! Kracka!

around the rod, channeling wind psyons at the bottom of the soles of my shoes, my toes pressed onto

Kracka! Kracka!

"Huuup!"

an instant, I appeared before the nearest

diagonal blue line formed in the air, tracing my