You know, out of kindness from one fellow transmigrator to another.
With those thoughts, I gathered my mana, pulling all three cards to hover in front of me. Their golden edges shimmered faintly, each one pulsing in sync with my heartbeat.
The shadowy bastard still lay crumpled near the edge of the cave, his form flickering between solid and smoke like even his existence was trying to glitch out of reality.
Behind me, I could sense Bearlo and Cedric had already reached Seraphina.
Good.
At least they were out of the way.
Now I can finish this properly.
Just then, I felt an ominous feeling.
Wait a minute—?
How did Bearlo and that annoying bastard get so much injured from such a weak bastard?
This shadowy mess was barely at Mid E-Rank.
And whether I wanted to accept it or not… that Cedric bastard was at Advanced E-Rank. Adding Bearlo who was at Mid E-Rank, they should have absolutely thrashed that bastard.
So, how the fuck did they lose?
