What does "twists and turns" truly mean?
Just look at everyone's tearfully joyful faces and you'll know. But the ones who truly understand the gravity of the situation are the opposite , their voices carry clear traces of fear.
A "curse" that only the strongest healer in the city can cure. Being able to cure it might sound like good news, but if you think the other way around… in reality, the threat level of this "curse" has already reached the point of instant death, touch it, and you die.
Think about it: If Amid can't make it in time, or if Amid isn't there, then the front lines would immediately fall into a situation with no medical support.
And the result would be… what fate awaits those who get injured?
Once all the conditions are met, the final conclusion is clear, without Amid, defeat is guaranteed.
This is something absolutely certain. There is no room for flexibility, no possibility of recovery, because the enemy's attacks fill the entire space.
Just imagining that result made Finn shudder uncontrollably.
His expression turned gloomy as he gave strict orders to the members.
"From this moment on, do not take one step away from Amid. Make sure she does not suffer any harm or interference!"
As if thinking of something, Finn cast a deep, meaningful glance at Fron, and at the same time, Fron also looked back at him.
In that moment, both understood each other's thoughts.
Fron thought silently: 'So Finn's intention… is not to let me act for now? Instead, he wants me to wait for the right moment, and strike once to secure victory. That's what he means.'
Yes, while the panicking adventurers had all their attention fixed on the monster and Amid, Fron was instinctively ignored by the members of the other Familia.
Additionally, the Loki Familia members, who repeatedly glanced toward Fron with words on the tip of their tongues, were stopped by Finn's gaze.
Because of this, Fron's ability to use magic similar to Amid's had not yet been exposed to the others.
But now was not the time to discuss strategy.
The monster Barca, following its instincts, once again descended with its crushing pressure.
"Waaaaaaah, aaahhhhhhh!"
"It, It hurts! It hurts so much!!"
The raining storm of cursed blood grew fiercer with each wave.
Inside the vast stone hall where the fierce battle raged, the adventurers, whether front-line, mid-line, or rear-line, were all engulfed by the torrent of black "curse" pellets.
The monster Barca's splattering attacks filled every direction.
Those who couldn't react in time, or couldn't dodge with their limited abilities, immediately tasted agony beyond anything imaginable, pain at an earthquake-like, world-crushing level.
And the unluckiest among them were the rear-liners, including the mages.
Among them, the mages suffered the most.
Already poor in agility and dexterity, they were forced to maintain their casting stance when weaving spells and chanting incantations, unable to move, they took the attacks head-on.
Like walking in the rain, they were instantly drenched in curses.
The overwhelming pain struck in a single moment, and they cried out in tears and screams.
Compared to the regular mages, Fron was displaying his extraordinary stats to the fullest.
His powerful Agility, Dexterity, and Endurance allowed him to remain untouched even under the splattering attacks.
Even wide-area assaults were blocked by the staff he held.
From this alone, one could clearly see the enormous gap between "first-class adventurers" and the second and third tiers.
Listening to the waves of miserable screams echoing around him, Fron remained outwardly calm as he dealt with the situation, his free left hand clenching and loosening repeatedly.
Clearly, he wasn't as calm on the inside as he appeared.
"Amid…" Fron looked repeatedly toward the silver-haired girl, worry in his eyes.
What he saw was… Amid, holding her staff, continuously deploying her magic, her expression showing a trace of agitation for the first time.
All the healing responsibility for the entire team was being carried on this young girl's shoulders.
This alone showed how heavy the burden placed on her was.
But, the actual situation was moving in an unexpected direction.
If an adventurer familiar with Amid performances in previous expeditions were to see this current battlefield, they would definitely think they had walked into the wrong scene.
From a bird's-eye view ,the monster Barca and Amid stood at the center of two opposing "domains."
Between them lay a stark boundary: the pitch-black "curse" and the pure-lotus holy Restoration spell violently clashing, dissolving, cutting each other apart…
The ravaging miasma versus the storm of healing light.
The two domains attacked and resisted each other, two forces equally restraining each other, forming a battlefield where neither side could easily overpower the other.
If an outsider looked, they might be drawn into the tension of the clash and pray for the holy, righteous side to win.
But to those with sharp eyes, the situation was completely one-sided.
Fron narrowed his eyes, brow tightly furrowed, standing at the very front of the rear-guard to defend them.
"Dance for me, O spirits of the air, masters of light."
"With the guardian god of the forest I form this pact, Grant us protection, "
"Become the great wall of forest-light to shield us, My name is Alf!"
"Dimensional Severance!"
A massive magic circle rose from beneath Fron as he chanted, and a golden barrier enveloped the entire rear unit, finally giving them a moment to breathe.
But seeing the barrier slowly dissolve and ripple under the splattering attacks, they hurriedly tended to their fallen comrades while thinking anxiously about what to do next.
Fron also frowned deeply.
'It seems Finn was right… Even if Amid and I use our magic together, nothing would change.'
And the reason,
"Even in the side protected by Amid's healing, even if the curse is dispelled… the very next second, someone else is struck again.
Again and again, the cycle of regeneration and destruction repeats.
In this state, the unit, constantly injured, will fall into endless chaos.
They won't be able to organize an effective counterattack.
In the worst case, if even one person loses control, the entire formation will collapse instantly."
Looking at his own defensive barrier, Fron couldn't help but let out a sigh.
The barrier was too small, it could only protect fewer than ten people.
"It seems we underestimated Barca. The reason he pierced himself with the Cursed Armament when he committed suicide… was probably because he understood this point."
"As expected of someone who was able to obtain the 'Mystery' development ability, he really wasn't an idiot."
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T/N: No I have a serious doubt, why doesn't Fron go all out and kill Barca? Barca's definitely weaker than the bull monster. He can one shot this monster.
Did Fron not think of killing the monster? Or does he want Amid to show off her skills?