The Law

――Tentacles writhed, shaking the cathedral.

A level of destruction impossible by the standards of this world. Overwhelming violence swept across the earth.

"I told you so. This is the strength of magic."

Eld toyed with the staff as Eld watched the scene before her.

Mages wielded magic through their staffs. For a mage of Eld's caliber, the staff was specially crafted for necromancy—a masterpiece made with the finest materials, sparing no expense.

An ordinary person could live for twenty years just by selling it.

The monster summoned by Eld's magic was clearly far stronger than the masked man, Genesis.

"My, my. You've become quite a sorry sight."

Sadistic delight enveloped Eld.

The masked man, Genesis, who had been so fearsome moments ago, was already battered and bruised...