The slime's eyes flared, unleashing [Light Bullets]—five golden streaks that punched clean through five skulls in rapid succession. The corrupted bodies shuddered once, then collapsed for good, their twisted forms dissolving into ash.
"I see… so light magic really is effective here," Rhys muttered, nodding at the sight. That meant one thing—he had just found the perfect counter to these things.
He shifted his grip on the Corrupted Treant Lord's Sword, his mind running through the list of skills he'd picked up from the Mage Guild. One in particular came to mind—Magic Enchant. For a Magic Swordsman like him, this would be devastating here.
Rhys activated [Magic Sense] first. The world sharpened—mana currents swirled like luminous rivers before his eyes, revealing the crimson threads of demonic corruption running through the mutated townsfolk. He could see exactly where the taint flowed within their twisted bodies.
"Perfect…" he murmured.