At some point, Eri gave up counting the number of magic missiles she had shot.
She just kept chanting like a machine—shooting and sniping monsters with her magic missiles.
Repetition became the strategy.
After hours of what seemed to be a cycle of endless repetition, she finally saw the end of the damn thing.
Two saber-toothed tigers scampered after seeing the magic missiles coming to claim their lives.
However, the magic missiles whistled by faithfully and pierced through the backs of the two beasts.
Those two were the last.
There were no more monsters left in the city of Roberto.
Eri slumped down.
The magic missiles she just fired were created by squeezing out last bits of her mana pool.
The only sensation she felt was the strong sense of exhaustion.
Now, she didn't even have the strength to pick up a spoon.
While looking at the granite floor exhausted, she suddenly heard a rattle, signalling someone's approach.
