This time, when the Flaming Knight came again, even the dull-witted examinees knew something was amiss.
He raised his fist of flame.
"Boom!"
This strike seemed truly capable of shattering stars.
The explosion of flames burst from the center, the earth trembled, and when the smoke cleared, all that remained was a circle of scorched earth.
"...What if this strike had hit?"
Though the strike seemed to have missed, if it had really hit...
Fear brought about the instinct to survive; the silent monsters never uttered a word from beginning to end, cutting off any possibility of communication and bringing more helplessness and dread.
Perhaps some had guessed something... but could they entrust their lives to guesses?
The knight didn't use weapons because unless it was with a desire to kill, overly powerful weapons would become his shackles... the flames covered his arms, and "Elemental Binding Hand" was effortlessly and stably successful.
"Boom!"
