Distortion (3)

“...Are you still planning to keep this up?”

Rex muttered as he looked down at the enemy, charred black.

The black clothes covering the enemy from head to toe had burned away by nearly half, hanging in tatters, but the thick, conspicuous stone mask remained intact.

Of course, if Rex had wanted to, he could have melted even the stone mask until it ran like lava. But then the person wearing it would obviously burn away without a trace before the mask did, so he stopped.

They ought to capture him and interrogate him, at least.

“Ugh….”

-Crackle, crackle.

Each time a groan escaped the man’s lips, the soot clinging to his body crumbled and fell away.

His opponent wasn’t a magic knight, but he was skilled enough to use mana. He knew how to apply even basic mana repulsion, so fortunately, his flesh hadn’t melted into his clothes or caused any such mishap.

Rex was no longer so inexperienced that he would recreate the nightmare of the Seven Years’ War with his own hands...