I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

In an instant, the flames condensed into a compact orb. It shrank in size but glowed even brighter.

No matter how many times I see it, it's still cool.

Ian squinted slightly at the sudden brightness, watching the Fireball flicker steadily above Lucia's open palm. At first, she'd kept her divine power and magic separate—but now, the orb shimmered with a seamless blend of both.

Did she unknowingly grow stronger battling Inaskurgl?

Ian had infused chaos into his spells before, but this was something else entirely. It was beyond anything the game had ever accounted for—more like an entirely new branch of magic. If it needed a name, divine spellcraft seemed the most fitting.

Maybe it was just a temporary state, born from Lucia's unique gift and the strange nature of the demonic realm. However, that didn't change the fact that right now, she was every bit a divine mage.

A mage who can even stack casts, at that.

In the game, that kind of technique only became possible after mastering advanced Vision spells.

Feeling the gap in talent anew, Ian swallowed a dry laugh.

Grrrr...

Of course, even so, he had to say what needed to be said. As Moro snorted, seemingly displeased, Ian leaned his head toward the top of Lucia's.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but don't forget our goal, Lucy. Only take out the ones who are closing in."