***Eliot's POV***
The putrid smell of blood entered my nostrils and constantly reminded me that this was not a brawl against monsters in a labyrinth. Instead, it's a cold-hearted situation where we are destined to kill or be killed.
The sword in my hand resonated with my mana and made it easier for me to cut down my enemies. I cleared out the enemies near me with my nearly exhausted mana reserve but that was all I could do for you.
"Paityn, you handle the rest. I am exhausted." I retreated to the fortress where I saw Olivia who was standing right beside John Miller.
She looked at me and said, "You did well."
I nodded and walked past her while I said "I hope your team fulfills their role or else me going on a rampage would look idiotic."
I didn't mean any harm and was just trying to uplift the sad mood but I forgot that it was not the right time.
