The traces of a battle that had raged all night were gruesome. But more wretched than that were their feelings as they had to just watch an E-rank high-schooler struggle alone.
“…Helper. We’ll have to use it.”
The fight with the wolves was over, and the suddenly opened “table” had closed.
Inside the Sanctum, which had slipped into a lull, the sun was starting to rise beyond the pillars.
The three lay sprawled on the floor like the dead. At Gyeon Riok’s words, the other gazes turned to him in unison.
Hwanghon pushed himself upright, clutching the burn that had seared his side. He spoke through a grimace.
“Man, don’t skip steps—say it straight so I can get it.”
“The ‘table’ is a separate stage; we can’t interfere from here. While that shaggy-haired kid’s rolling around over there, the only thing we can do on this side is find Ornaments fast and create as many chances as possible.”
Lee Tae-yeop tilted his head.
“But we can’t get out of here, so we can’t help… Ah. Message! So that’s why the Helper?”
“If you link what the rear is supposed to do with the Orb’s revelation function, it tracks. In the end, we’re in a position to support our teammates moving…