Yeon-woo lifted his head and looked around. Magic power poured out of him and he suddenly grew exhausted, but the Philosopher’s Stone spun fiercely and supplied him with energy again. ‘I missed a bit.’

He had activated Precognition to immobilize all the attacks and even get rid of his enemies. Vigrid split through the imperfections accurately, but it didn’t make it all the way to the last point. The timing of Time Difference and Precognition hadn’t matched perfectly, and his opponents had more hidden skills than he expected. ‘Well, at least I managed to observe the skills of the rookes, so it wasn’t a complete waste.’

The players had scattered from the explosion of the black Aura, their faces filled with shock. Creutz looked at his hand. His skin had split open, and his palm was a bloody mess. His holy sword Zulfikar was shaking as though it would break any second. Half of the holy power inside of it had evaporated from protecting him. He realized that this was why the clan leader had told him to treat Yeon-woo with the utmost respect. Creutz nodded at his clan leader’s insight. 

If he had tried to force Yeon-woo like the Ninety-Second Squad had? Not only would he have been in trouble, he would have even the Illusion Knightage down with...