Prototype

Rustle—

The crimson waves, even more vivid than the blood-red fog, began to surge across the area and fill it.

[ This is…!! ]

As the butterflies that had caused the explosion moments ago appeared in droves, Amon seemed quite flustered and drew in the fog, wrapping himself in an even thicker curtain.

Yeon Ha-rim and Baek Seol-ah were just as bewildered by the sudden swarm of butterflies.

Lightly—

A blue butterfly slipped through the red ones, flew toward Yeon Ha-rim and Baek Seol-ah, and landed on a shoulder, making Yeon Ha-rim look at the butterfly perched there.

The blue butterfly flapped its wings and scattered blue scales, but neither of them felt any particular harm from it.

“Could this be an S-Rank magic beast…?”

It was different from what I had expected...