Gales were mid-level wind spirits. If Sylphs were able to raise a breeze, then Gales were able to raise strong winds. Although there wasn’t even a single breath of wind currently blowing in the desert, the moment that the Gale was summoned, a strong breeze stirred up the sandy ground.

No, it didn’t just stop at stirring up the sand. Eugene’s power amplified the Gale’s strength, creating a burst of wind that sounded like an explosion had gone off. All the surrounding sand erupted instantly, and Laman, who had been trying to push Eugene, was also sent flying head-over-heels.

“Whoah!” Laman cried out in panic, but Eugene just stared down at the ground while floating in mid-air.

Deep beneath the cracked surface of the sand, a man with a mask covering his whole head was writhing in pain. His mask was dyed a dark color, but the areas around his ears looked especially dark because of the blood that had burst from his ears due to the sudden explosion.

Eugene recognized him, ‘He’s from the Assassins.’

There was never just one of them. Eugene’s eyes quickly swept his surroundings. In the spaces where the wind wasn’t able to blow, he could sense the swept-up sand deviating slightly.

Eugene’s mind reached out to the Gale. The formless wind cried out a roar as it churned with even more ferocity.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Now that the whole area was obscured in a veil of billowing sand, Eugene decided to cast some spells.

‘It’s nice to have a lot of options on what to use,’ he mused to himself.

A dozen mounds of sands erupted once more with explosions. The sand that had been sent flying by these explosions blew at the Assassins who had been waiting in ambush. They quickly raised their mana shields and tried to throw themselves out of range, but it was impossible to avoid all the grains of sand that were spread across such a wide area.

Blood had splattered everywhere. The assassin who had been the first to attack Eugene was left in a truly terrible and torturous state. He had been too close to Eugene’s counterattack and had already been injured, so he wasn’t able to react in time. He was pierced by hundreds of sand bullets and had turned into a block of swiss cheese.

Even so, the man didn’t let out a single scream. The Assassins of Nahama were trained not to make a sound under any circumstances. However, even if they couldn’t scream, that didn’t mean they were immune to pain, and it also didn’t mean they couldn’t die. Unable to keep standing any longer, the Assassin fell...