The Pilgrimage—The End of Darkness.

“You rat bastard.”

Giselle's temple twitched as she chased Fulcare.

Her superior, Noe, was always saying he could defeat Fulcare, but now those words felt a little like empty bravado.

His fighting style was fantastical, stripping away as much of a mage's limitations as possible.

Light appeared and vanished without pause from his hands.

His spellcasting was so fast that it was difficult for an ordinary person's eyes to follow.

Even while casting spells at such speed, he showed no sign of tiring.

During casting gaps of less than five seconds, he made the most of his physical strength to defend himself.

Considering that ordinary mages took around thirty seconds to cast, it was a truly terrifying speed.

Yet neither his accuracy nor his destructive power suffered...