Fingerley saw through his thoughts and smiled, saying, "I suggest you all close your eyes, it's best not to look at what's coming next."
"Why?"
"Because... Matilda hasn't completely mastered the weapons, and there might be a small problem when she uses them."
As he spoke, every adventurer enveloped by the red aura saw more or less red phantoms appearing around them.
Fingerley shrugged and said, "Just like this, the effect of Hell's March will also affect you."
That feeling wasn't much, although summoning the deceased who once injured him to fight felt a bit embarrassing, it wasn't enough to kick Matilda out of the team, right? Tusi was even more puzzled.
Fingerley smiled silently, turning his head to look at the hundreds of figures taking shape in front of him, a nostalgic expression appearing on his face.
"But the people who hurt me seem to not have died," Tusi looked at the phantoms forming before him with a face full of confusion, muttering to himself:
