While Garten was not taking much damage, everyone else was taking more and more damage.
If things continued this way, soldiers with no mana would go blind one by one, starting with those with the least amount of mana.
Milton's mana was limited, so it was over.
A decision had to be made.
Carl stood with his back to the window, breathing deeply into his chest.
"Me!"
Everyone flinched in surprise at the sudden outburst.
It was already dark and their vision was blurry, but now because of the curse, they were practically blind.
Everyone felt tense, and their hearts trembled. But the moment they heard the loud shout, like the sound of a brass trumpet blowing, their frozen bodies suddenly felt like they were heating up.
"Follow me!"
"…understood."
Immediately afterward, when he heard Carl's extremely reckless and irrational shout, Garten just laughed in absurdity.
"You really think you're a hero."
