The mage's heart thumped wildly in his chest.
'No way… his fighting style is brutal, overwhelming… I didn't even see him activate a skill… was that just raw strength?'
His throat dried. A cold, sinking sensation settled in his gut as his grip tightened on the staff unconsciously.
"W-what are you waiting for, Anna? Let's take him together!" he shouted.
Left to him alone, he would have abandoned this, but if they didn't get rid of this person, the punishment they'd face at Neon's hands would be even more brutal.
Anna didn't answer immediately.
Her chains jingled slightly as she repositioned her stance, her earlier playful smirk long gone.
'Tch, this is bad. He's not just some attacker… this guy's on a whole different level…'
As a Level 50 Awakened, she was stronger than the warrior, who was a Level 49 existence, but it was only a one-level gap.
'This means that if I'm not careful, I'll be in exactly the same state as him,' she thought, giving her teammate a long side-eye.
