Adam had forgotten how many people he had killed at this point. Time seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. The stench of blood constantly assaulted his nostrils, and the corpses continued to pile up everywhere he appeared.
All he could tell was that the death toll of the Mana Foundation and the Mana Liquefaction Magi was significantly more than that of the Mana Vortex Magi.
Who the hell even sends Mana Foundation Magi for such a battle, he thought grimly as he appeared from the darkness, slit a cultist's throat, then once again disappeared.
They were nothing but disposable body bags. And so were Mana Liquefaction Magi, if he was being honest. In a battle where Mana Core Magi were involved, being anything weaker than a Mana Vortex Magus meant death.
That was why he had sent his friends and students away to Saratoga, and that was why he constantly reprimanded Little Val to remain quite within the safe confines of his spirit sea.
Damn it! What the hell is happening?!
