On Koger's face, composed of metal and slime, the previously confident grin froze.
The panic and chaos he had anticipated from the wizards did not occur.
On the contrary, the psychic waves emanating from the wizard leader, known as Dixon, showed not fear, but rather a sense of... resignation?
Perhaps even a trace of displeasure at being underestimated?
As Koger was filled with doubt, Dixon suddenly seemed to sense something and turned his head to look beside him at the empty space.
The space there rippled like water, and a shadowy figure quietly emerged—it was the Seventh Level Wizard, Obelus.
His gaze, as though it could devour light, swept across the battlefield and finally rested on Dixon, speaking with a metallic, friction-like quality: "It seems you've been completely underestimated, Dixon."
