Demiurge - Hellfire Wall

Ignoring Evileye, who had chosen incorrectly for her first move, the man gracefully spread his arms, as if he were about to conduct an orchestra.

“Hellfire Wall.”

Evileye whirled around in disbelief at the wave of heat from behind.

Black flames that could never have existed in nature roared as if to consume the night. Gagaran and Tia were enveloped in the fire mid-escape. They danced like puppets and then fell to the ground like sacks of garbage. Even after the flames vanished like an illusion, there was no sign of movement from either of them. Evileye suppressed theurge to run over to her companions. She couldn’t believe it, but she had no other choice. She knew—those had been fatal wounds, and in a single attack, two of her friends, who had stood beside her through thick and thin, had been murdered.

She ground her teeth to suppress the scream that wanted to come out.

“My plan was to stop just before crossing that line, but it seems they were weaker than anticipated. For them to die from such a fire... I’m sorry for your loss.” The man bowed low as if he was sincerely remorseful. It seemed so artificial to Evileye that she could no longer hold back her emotions.

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“...It’s so tricky to judge how much to hold back to prevent death. And I can’t take you as the standard. Why were you in a team with them when there is such a huge discrepancy in your abilities? If it weren’t for that, I think I could have found the right level...”

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Volume 6, Chapter 9.3