"The world is so unpredictable. To entrust one's life to something one doesn't even know exists," Carl muttered, lowering his visor with the hand holding the dagger.
And...
Choaack!
"Ugh!"
In an instant, his form raced through the dark basement. Carl ran, squeezing every last drop of mana he had left, and the blood that had filled his ankles splattered in all directions.
Garten was a little taken aback by the sudden and unexpected movement, but he reacted quickly without hesitation.
Garten leaped backward and swung his left hand.
Choaaaah!
The eyes that had been hiding under the pool of blood suddenly jumped out and aimed at Carl.
The number of eyeballs he'd seen so far was clearly far greater than the number of humans who died in Palton Territory.
Perhaps they were creating additional ones from this pool of blood.
Carl ran along the narrow path that led him.
