While Lena was busy nearly killing herself over and over again in increasingly creative ways, Lumi's own experience of the battlefield was… significantly simpler. In certain regards, it wasn't easy, but it was certainly simple.
"Lance of Light! Lance of Light! Lance of Light!"
He didn't stop, because there wasn't really a reason to. The entire battlefield had already devolved into the same chaotic mess as before. There were pixies teleporting, spells flying, and random engagements breaking out and dissolving within seconds. There was no structure, no lines, no cohesion, nothing but chaos.
Which meant his role remained exactly the same. To spam spells. To flood the battlefield with pure, uninterrupted, relentless spam.
And it worked.
Ding!
[EXP +204]
[EXP +187]
[EXP +231]
[EXP +199]
The notifications kept coming in at a steady pace, stacking on top of each other as his lances disrupted fights all across the battlefield. That was enough.
Ding!
[Level Up! 39 -> 40]
