Zich stared at Nameless, who had regained his footing dozens of meters away, yet not the slightest trace of joy appeared on his face because of that successful counterattack. Only after truly exchanging blows did he finally realize that his Blood Arc, an attack powerful enough to easily defeat the vast majority of people his own age, had barely managed to injure his opponent at all.
The sensation was as though he had merely pushed aside an endless mass of darkness rather than struck a real enemy, making him realize just how terrifying the mysterious Nullborn truly was.
"As expected..." Zich murmured quietly to himself. "Me alone... isn't enough."
He had never been a profession that fought alone, because a Summoner's greatest strength had never been himself, but rather the overwhelming advantage of numbers.
