“Focus! To properly use dark energy, you must first clear your meridians.”0

Boom...! Boom...!!0

The explosion echoed loudly.0

It felt like only yesterday they had caused an uproar sealing the Dark Spirit King again, and now the Grand Library was filled with loud noises once more.0

Crash—!0

Karyl swung his sword upward. Dozens of violet arrows kept flying toward him; they were Allen Javius’s specialty, the chantless Magic Arrows. Though a 2nd Class attack spell, in the hands of a Great Arcane Sorcerer like him, each arrow carried the destructive power equivalent to a 5th or even 6th Class spell.0

It was these Magic Arrows that had blown off the head of Wel Bahar, the necromancer of the Assembly of Seven Elders.0

“Ugh!”0

Deflecting the Magic Arrows, Karyl felt a numbing pain in the hand that held the sword. It was as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer wielded by a heavily armored knight.0

Crack—!0

Then, as he tried to draw out more mana, the Bracelet of Greed on his wrist...0