"Boom..." The shockwave of an explosion scraped just past Melaide's forehead.
Fortunately, Melaide had been prepared. In an instant, he used his Spirit of Shepherd hand ring to swap positions.
He escaped from the Magic Cottage.
Had he been even a smidgen slower, he would have died on the spot today.
The enemy's methods were extraordinarily bloody and brutal.
To think they would still resort to ambush at this stage.
Although he had escaped, the Magic Cottage, along with the preparations he had made inside, not to mention the resources he had stored, were all obliterated in the blast.
Melaide's expression was as withered and decayed as a forest at the depths of the Ashen Land, burning to its end.
Originally, he had hoped to take one or two down with him before dying, using the arrangements in the Magic Cottage.
Now it seemed that hope had all but vanished.
"Great Saint Heir, do you see? This is the horror and cruelty of that Blasphemer!" Melaide whispered.
