Michael wanted to let out a curse.
Did that Rank Three have no shame, sneaking up on a harmless Rank Two junior?
However, even after a few seconds passed, the attacker did not reappear.
That did not make Michael feel relieved.
If anything, it made things worse.
After all, he was in the open and they were in the dark.
Compared to them, he was the one exposed.
Michael's grip on his spear tightened.
Without hesitation, he issued a silent command.
Spartan, come.
The undead who looked eerily human was still ahead, locked in combat with two Rank Three demons.
The order reached him instantly.
He disengaged without hesitation.
The two Rank Three demons he had been fighting reacted a heartbeat too late.
Spartan stepped backward in midair, and in that same motion, the air in front of him ignited in black flames as he used his law.
Mana traced itself in the air, forming a flawless magic circle that burned briefly before collapsing inward.
A fire spell detonated.
