Mare - Earth Surge

Tossed on the ocean of his thoughts, Momonga looked at Nazarick—a huge spectacle was just beginning. A span of dirt more than one hundred yards wide began to undulate like the sea. The little swells rising one after the other out of the plain slowly moved in one direction; swallowing each other up, they gradually began to form one mass, and eventually it grew to the size of a hill and swept toward Nazarick. The attacking dirt broke on the solid walls and scattered. It was just like the spray of a tsunami.

“Earth Surge... Not only did he use a skill to expand its area of effect, he’s using a class skill as well?” Momonga whispered, impressed. There was only one person in Nazarick who could use magic like that. “I’d expect nothing less of Mare. Seems like leaving the camouflage work up to him was the right choice.”

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Volume 1, Chapter 3.1