"Even I'm not sure if we can make it out alive from what's about to unfold," bowen admitted with a strained smile.
His words weren't merely a facade or an attempt at false modesty; they emanated from a place deep within his heart. Bowen, an E-rank magic warrior, had already achieved what seemed impossible in Yuria—slaughtering nearly 25 Glorian vultures. Yet, the impending challenge was poised to be the toughest he'd ever faced. He was acutely aware of the constraints of his own abilities; facing a potential D+ Rank vulture boss in its rebirth state was beyond his non-reaper mode capabilities.
As Diana stood bewildered, tendrils of blue smoke began to rise from the fallen vulture corpses. These were not ordinary wisps; they were manifestations of pure blue mana, coalescing into thick clusters that expanded, basketball-sized, defying the laws of dissolution in the atmosphere.
