The falcon tattoo on his arm lit up, and a falcon made of flame rose up and was being formed, when a small figure with a black spear in his hands appeared, right at that moment he was about to cast his flame magic, and sever his head from his neck.
[You have slain a human:Mage]
[You received 500,000 experience points!]
Ainz stood a few meters away from the mage, his body was kneeling on the ground and managing to keep his upper body erected by pointing his war hammer on the ground. However, on his neck was now a red line, with a slightly uneven head on top of his neck. He was dead!
He had watched the whole battle from a small distance away, and kept observing them, until eventually, he understood one thing; the flames originated from his right arm, and each time he needed to cast it, he had to be on full concentration even if for a few seconds, living him with so many gaps, and without any form of defense.
