Brian fastened his gauntlets after finishing his elixirs, then looked toward the bodies and sneered.
"Just wasting mana…"
He hated using his power needlessly, but the bodies had to be removed.
Many soldiers from Elris cried out, staring at their fallen allies with pained expressions. But this did not stop Brian. He slammed his fist into the ground, causing underground explosions that lifted searing hot dirt into the air—dirt so heated it hardened into slabs of rock mid-flight. With another strike, he launched these slabs skyward, expecting them to rain down like comets.
But they didn't.
The wolves Owen had pointed out before—before, the brown, silver, black, and gray ones—moved with staggering speed, even faster than Brian at his peak, and hurled the falling meteors away.
"So you were planning something. Damn it!"
Brian scanned the field, seeing the thousands of bodies. He understood the danger if he couldn't get rid of them.
