Stray

Nemo took a step back subconsciously, and the metal trinket on his chest began to get hot. They were still some distance from the red mist, so they couldn’t see clearly, but even at this distance, the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere still made their backs cold.

“We’re near the border.” Nemo grabbed the little metal square.

“There’s no point saying this now.” Ann took out a half-torn parchment book from her pocket and flipped through it quickly. “It’s no longer a question of eligibility. We have to live first.”

Nemo recognized what she was holding. Although most ordinary adventurers who travel would use some simple magic, complex magic was difficult to learn and use. Few occupations could use them smoothly like experience mages. When one couldn’t afford a full-time mage, it was more convenient to buy a spell book, which then one could tear off a piece of paper from, and use magic to burn and trigger the spell. It was simple and fast. There was nothing wrong with it, except that it was frighteningly expensive.

For ordinary adventurers who are not from an aristocratic background, such thing was equivalent to a last resort to save their lives.

“Can that thing be stopped?” Oliver said sounding a little lost. He lost his sword and was now empty-handed.

“We can’t outrun it. Trying to fight it will only lead to a faster death. It’s not a complete superior demon, so its power is scattered. We still have some hope.” Ann tore off a piece of parchment. The hand that was holding it was trembling slightly. “Do you two have faith? If so, it’s time to pray.”

A milky white hemispherical barrier unfolded, with them being the center of the circle. It covered those who were fleeing in their direction. Despite that, the people did not slow their running speed even though they were protected by magic. When the red mist touched the edge of the barrier, it slowed down before tentatively climbing up along the barrier.

Ann’s lips looked bloodless. She gasped as sweat condensed all over her forehead.