The parasite, a black matter that had feelers all around it, was something that even Fenrir, Jormungand, or Leviathan didn't know of. Even Ein, who had fought countless varieties of monsters, hadn't seen one like it before.
Despite it looking weak, from what the dragonkin man said, it seems like their strength was in numbers. Every day, they could filter out millions of them, but a few hundred could still pass through their net and damage some of the trees.
Ein frowned. After all, even with his scan, he couldn't detect the little things at all. If he didn't chance upon a close encounter with one, then he'd probably be clueless about this little invader.
"Lead me to where your comrades are, who have used up their mana," Ein declared with a serious expression.
After all, if the dragonkins were to get added to his subordinates list, then selling a favor or two would definitely be better. Restoring their mana is an easy job for him, after all.
