Booom! There was a huge explosion, and the tower shook wildly. After shoving all the remaining robed figures to the corners of hell, Zich’s party was climbing up when they felt it.

“Something huge is happening.”

“What? Are you scared? You get scared pretty easily for someone who claims to be the master of a magical tower.”

“I’m cautious, not scared. You should differentiate between recklessness and bravery, but I suppose an immature elf who aged for nothing wouldn’t know this.”

Fortunately, the party members’ will to fight hadn’t dwindled yet. In the first place, Zich wouldn’t have brought people who were scared just by things like this all the way to this place. But what was happening was certainly worrisome.

“What could it be?” While being carried on Leona's back, Lubella looked up. However, all she saw were cracks in the ceiling and rocks—she couldn’t exactly see what was happening.

“It’s meaningless to guess right now. We need to go up and assess the situation there. There’s a part of me that thinks that it could be Glen Zenard,” Zich said.

“That man?” He was the bastard who had played around with the betrayers inside...