Screams and shrieks of monsters and beasts echoed through the inner region of the mountains. Many beasts lay on the ground, like the Loomhopper and the Riffscythe, all due to John's actions.
With his partner in crime, the Riffscythe, engulfed in flames, John continued his grindlish activity. The summon had already reached level 10 from continuous fighting.
The Riffscythe had died so many times that John lost count in the past hour. He couldn't help but be amazed by his summon's resilience.
But when a surprise attack hit his Riffscythe, its blade pierced its chest, causing it to turn into a puff of smoke. Seeing this, John casually extended his hand and mumbled in a cold voice.
"Ignite."
Suddenly, nothing happened, and a notification from his system appeared in plain sight.
[Not enough Mana]
John was stunned by the system prompt. "What do you mean, 'not enough mana'? What's mana, anyway?"
