"After this decade-long round of treasure exploration,"
"we'll inevitably face a massive onslaught of enemies, or engage in brutal battlefield slaughter."
"Facing the enormous onslaught of enemies, no matter how tough one is, one can't hold up."
"Only with speed can we draw those close-combat enemies away."
"More importantly, I have Mirage Projection, which is much better than going into battle myself."
In his thoughts, Tuck flipped his hand and took out the [Light and Shadow Companion] Crystal, inspecting it for a moment before he put it away carefully.
The next round of Ancient God Wails would be Tuck's opportunity for promotion and breakthrough.
Then Tuck turned to the Steam Altar beside him, upon which rested St. Rand, Steam Sun.
He also delicately sensed the relatively weak aura and taste of death, decay, and downfall surrounding him.
Dead Silence Abyss Land, the nascent Steam Sun!
The strong contrast blossomed in Tuck's mind.
