‘Something is on the ground.’

With a ‘Pew’ sound, another projectile flew towards the sage. He quickly bent his back to avoid the oncoming projectile. His foot hit the ground. His legs sunk in up to his calves. Gig looked down. He couldn’t see anything. However, he sensed something falling from above him.

“Another trick!”

Gig swung his sword. With a ‘Pung!’ sound, the sword struck something below him. At the same time, Gig reinforced his physical body with a greater release of energy.

“What… what the hell is this?”

It wasn’t anything explosive. A leather pouch had exploded and covered him in some foreign liquid substance. Gig started brushing the liquid substance off his head. The liquid had covered his entire head and spread down to the nape of his neck. A familiar scent was mixed in with the liquid. It was something that made beings like Gigs go crazy… a very sweet, enticing smell.

‘Nectar? They’re trying everything.’

Gig pushed off from the ground and shot forward. He felt his body responding to the Nectar and becoming lax. He raised his combat senses to the max to counteract the Nectar’s influence. He threw out a scanning wave to detect if any living beings were in his surroundings. There was no one nearby. Gig suddenly felt tired.

‘Ha… really... What the hell is this? Such stupid tricks…’

With an annoyed expression, Gig looked back. He could just make out the outline of Nick’s body through the darkness....