Chaos on the Second Floor

After climbing to the second floor of the Altar, the first thing I did was to look around.

Since the Altar itself was enormously large, I had to check how many people were there. As if to confirm this was indeed the most crucial spot, the upper level was packed with people.

The enemies, who had been busy infusing mana, were utterly flustered when they saw me. Due to their confusion, the mana flowing into the Altar momentarily weakened.

“Damn it, what were those guys downstairs doing?” “F-first, knock him down!”

I immediately raised my spear and began to swing it at them. I had no intention of holding back.

As far as I knew, mages were the kind of people who only got trickier the more time you gave them. It was best to inflict as much damage as possible while they were still flustered.

Slash-!

I swung my spear, cutting flesh and breaking bones with the shaft. With every sweep of my body, screams echoed among them.

Still, I tried not to take their lives if I could help it. After all, killing people tended to give me restless dreams.

I merely crippled their arms and legs. Of course, this was only possible because I had the luxury, but I didn't know what would happen if my own life were in immediate danger...