Only then did I intervene.
I lightly swung the pitch-black scythe toward the soldiers standing in a line.
“Activation. Thorn.”
Shraaak-!
Soon, Squirmy stretched out in dozens of directions, tearing the cards to shreds.
The nightmares seemed to linger and writhe, but eventually lost their strength and dissipated.
I spoke while dusting the shadows off my sleeve.
“As expected··· it seems controlling them becomes difficult once there are more than ten cards.”
“S-sorry···. I let my strength slip again···.”
“There's no need to apologize. It's only the third day of training, after all. You're doing more than well enough.”...
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