Chapter 67. Collapse (3)

Arkan, who was zipping through the Kalmash sky, shrieked and asked me,

"Kyaaaaa! Sixth Lord! Are we almost there yet?! Just how long are we going to keep doing this?!"

"Just a little longer."

"So, how long is 'a little longer'?!"

"I don't know."

"What?!"

She was flying at an incredible speed, enthusiastically spewing violet mist.

It was 'Illusory Dream,' a unique trait of the Witch Race.

Those who touched the mist fell into a hallucination reflecting the caster's will.

The type of hallucination could be dynamically applied depending on the situation. The illusion Arkan was currently inflicting upon the monsters was 'Frenzy,' a provocation-type status ailment...