[The Phantasm-Demon species “Mad Hatter” flies into a rage and summons his vassals!]
“Three o’clock! Hold formation!—ngh!”
“V-Vice Guild Master! Are you all right?”
Inside a tunnel that fell away without end.
The only places to set foot were atop bizarre, weightless shapes drifting in zero-G.
Cleave— As she cut down a monster that looked exactly like the card soldiers from the fairy tale Alice in Wonderland, Woo Nasam landed atop a giant mushroom.
A field with no way out.
Not only did enemies appear above and below, but even the portraits covering the walls on all sides couldn’t be trusted for a second.
“Aaargh!” At the attack from a portrait that had come too close, one guild member screamed and fell.
“Keep it together, idiot!”
“S-Sorry!”
Hauling him up in a hurry, Woo Nasam glanced back. His lips were mouthing the words: Just a little more.
“Just a bit… just a bit more…”
Muddy pink hair tangled with light like sundown.
And the moment sweat mixed with blood slid down a lean, sharp jaw—
“…Done.”
If you don’t want to spill it, turn your heads.