Dark crimson flames surged fiercely upward.
The powerful Aura erupting from the dull sword burned an even deeper red within the Labyrinth, where everything was already steeped in crimson, incinerating the enemies before them.
“There is no Aura whatsoever in the atmosphere of the Labyrinth.”
The afterglow of those flames dyed the face of the sword-wielding young man red as well. His face still retained traces of youth, yet a gentle ease and a cool composure rested upon it at the same time.
“So conserve your Aura as much as possible, Sir Leandro. We’ll have to keep dealing with these things for quite some time yet.”
Just as he said, the mobs guarding the Labyrinth crawled out without end. Just when they thought they had finally managed to dispose of several hundred demons, a horde of several thousand orcs was summoned immediately afterward and came surging toward them like a rising tide.
Once they somehow managed to clean those up as well, machines from a civilized world—things Sir Leandro had never seen or even heard of in his life—came pouring out all at once. Even Leandro, a seasoned veteran of countless battles, could do nothing against attacks that shot toward him like beams of light.
And yet, astonishingly, whenever that happened,…