The nightmare that Rachel painstakingly tried to bury resurfaced. She felt the prickly sensation of being stabbed all over her skin. This pain from her imagination spread like wildfire throughout her body.

She could only tighten her grip around Galatine.

“It seems you’ve forgotten about us as you enjoy your life,” the robed man said.

That couldn’t be further from the truth. Rachel never forgot what happened for even a second. She lived while suppressing those memories all this time. She had no intention of forgetting, but her body always became a mess whenever she recalled that event. The trauma from that day became etched on her heart and mind like any other mental illness.

“You are disgusting… really… disgusting…”

The man said while emitting obvious killing intent towards her.

The guild members readied their weapons, but Rachel couldn’t bring herself to cut down those people.

“We… because of you…”

The man couldn’t say any more than that.

These people didn’t have the luxury to chat and reminisce. They simply gathered their mana with their mouths shut. Then hundreds of flames and blades gathered in the air.

Some assailants cast their spells while others didn’t require such casting. They completed various magic circles and chants before flinging their spells at the targets.

Rachel swung Galatine and erected a sword barrier. She called her spirits to protect her guild members.

Boom!

The spells and sword collided with a blast. Remnants of mana scattered through the air and a ferocious shockwave shook the ground. Beautiful red and blue sparks danced in mid-air and captivated some of the guild me...