Hardly had Ifrit completed his sentence when a gust of wind carrying the aura of death erupted from Cain's position.
"Tch, Mal swallow!" Max ordered with an underlying sense of urgency.
Just as Mal was about to act, a familiar voice cursed aloud.
"Fuck off!"
Boom
Several Specters bordering on a level equivalent to Advanced rank Magicians appeared around Cain, swinging their scythes in a bid to cut down anyone that dared to meet their attack head-on.
"This undying bastard…" Ifrit cursed inwardly as Elsa frowned, not as forward as the former when it came to expressing thoughts.
From amidst the Specters, Cain stood with a grin. "If you want to beat me, you will have to do better than that."
"Really?" Ifrit, Elsa, and even Steel seemed to be offended by that as the trio acted in tandem.
A moment later and the atmosphere of Parsley changed rapidly.
