All three of them were thrown like ragdolls by the sheer impact of the light spear. They reeled and rolled away, mingling with several corpses.
Their bodies were smeared in the monster's stinking blood, but they didn't mind the smell- not at a moment when they needed to urgently discern the cause of that tremendous impact.
The wind had cleared, and the ground oozed with smoke. Their faces twisted in confusion as they feebly walked toward their initial position.
'What in the world of Ul was that?' Shane inquired internally as they-each in their confused state-drew nearer.
Northern landed with a resounding thud, the ground trembling with webbed cracks.
He looked at them with a cold, expressionless face, the depth of his gaze hinting at disgust. All three of them were too awestruck to say anything.
'Why? Why is he here? I thought he said he was going to take care of the western...'
Before finishing the thought, Shane slowly turned her head, eyes moving beyond Northern's frame to take a good look at the other area of the battlefield.
Their faces paled immediately-Shane first, then the others followed. It turned out she wasn't the only one curious about his presence.
The other half of the expanse where Northern had volunteered to take care of had been totally eradicated.
All the monsters there were dead, brutally reduced to broken puzzles of flesh marred by a ghastly blood mire.
"It was quite an unfortunate fate to have come across a Devilish hellion. But three Masters should have been able to take care of this-nonetheless, for some dumb reason, you guys are preserving your strength."
They were silent, their gazes frozen with respect, feeling as if their mouths had suddenly been sewn together with metallic thread.
"Anyway, the battle is pretty much over... for now."
Dante and everyone else were about to round up. The Lieutenant was suspended in the sky, delivering his last strike to the Destroyer of the Red Mist.
His sword came down with his figure, unleashing a devastating onslaught that sliced the Destroyer in a linear and perfect body ratio.
Not spared a second to gasp in death, the abomination of the red mist tore in twain, dark blood splattering in all directions.
'He is a Paragon alright,' Northern complimented Dante with his eyes and silent thoughts. He looked over at his own area one more time, proud of himself and his growth.
To think he alone was able to wreak such havoc on the battlefield without anyone's help.
The eastern wing had all the numbers while Northern was alone. If anyone should be finishing later, it should have been him.
However, not only had he finished quickly, but he had also moved over to lend a helping hand. 'I'm so nice, really.'
"But h-how?" Rafel, still devastated by shock, stammered.
Northern's eyes drifted to them, slight irritation hidden behind them.
A smile rose on his lips, dissipating any hint of other emotions and displaying a comely but strange demeanor.
"How what?" Northern asked, somehow easing the tense atmosphere.
"H-how did you do it? You killed everyone..."
Northern nodded consentingly.
"You are right indeed. It hasn't even been an hour, but I've slain all the monsters. That is thanks to my wide-area skill that allows me to deliver a cut that only the monsters can
receive. Well, since I became a Sage, it's a lot more complicated than that."
They were all shocked by how he was answering their questions.
Northern observed them for a moment and raised a brow.
"Is it... okay to tell us about your abilities?" Rafel stammered still.
'Oh right, people don't just go about revealing their talents and abilities.'
He shrugged nonchalantly.
"It changes nothing. Even if you know it, if you were supposed to be my enemy, you'd still be helpless against it."
Northern sounded pompous, but it was the rude truth. Black Flame and Black Lance were both abilities of Chaos that couldn't be defended against.
At least not by a bunch of Masters, let alone with the immense boost in productivity and proficiency they received since he became a Sage.
And so what if they found a way to block it? They'd still never defeat him; he had an arsenal of
And he was about to gain one more.
Northern smiled delightedly at their frozen faces.
"If you'll excuse me."
He turned away and leaped into the air, diving toward the part of the battlefield where Ryan
From the aerial view, everything had gotten quite scanty. It was very impressive - he was an anomaly, but a couple of drifters being able to push back the flood of monsters this much without losing anyone was no small feat.
Even his father was no slouch either.
Northern was sincerely pleased with what he was seeing... however...
He didn't know why, but he felt like if the underworld were to come to this world, none of them would be enough to fight them.
A Master of the Underworld was twice stronger than that of Trael, same as it was for every other rank, and the thought of being on the weaker side honestly irritated him.
'Or should I move to the underworld?' The thought jokingly passed through his mind as he
Then again, Northern remembered: it wasn't like the Central Plains was the only continent in
There were originally three continents.
The Central Plains, The Northern Continent, and the Eastern Continent.
Stelia was forcefully torn out of the Central Plains and formerly existed as a faraway island.
But now Northern was inclined to think it had all been Rughsbourgh's plan from the
'He probably contributed to them making it a continent because of the atrocious and evil acts
he wanted to commit.'
Northern felt his insides boil with the thought. In a quick second, everything that had
happened flashed before his eyes.
Then something belatedly came to his notice.
'Koll and his master are probably from the underworld too... and were moved to our world
His brows furrowed for a moment as his thoughts progressed.
'Did that mean Rughsbourgh also knew about the Underworld?'
Of course he did. If someone like him was able to find out, then Rughsbourgh must have
Northern's eyes narrowed.
'Or even worse... he might have discovered a way to go there...'
This rift, after all, was an elf's crazy attempt to escape. That would mean it was very possible
Rughsbourgh could do it; someone from the underworld could do it too.
'I should be able to do it too...' Northern thought, his eyes sparkling.
But right now, there was something else he wanted to concern himself with.
[You have discovered Talent FrostHeart(SSS)]
[Do you want to copy Talent for 5,000 talent fragments?]
Northern grinned and nodded. "Yes."
[Congratulations, you have copied Talent: FrostHeart (SSS)]
[Due to System New Unique Ability (DIY), Talent will undergo some changes to suit the nature