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Those flames….
There was no way that Kamash wouldn’t be able to recognize them. Those were flames of pure mana.
Unlike Vermouth’s flames, which had been a brilliant, stainless white, these flames were pitch black. However, something like color wasn’t all that important when it came to things like this. Those flames were so pure in nature that Kamash couldn’t help but think of Vermouth.
Though at the same time… strangely enough, Kamash was also reminded of Hamel. While these flames were pure, there was also something passionate about them that had been lacking in Vermouth’s flames.
Kamash remembered both Vermouth’s decisive and controlled slashing and how, in contrast, Hamel would slash away wildly like a madman.
His cloudy head felt filled to the brim with these memories and emotions. His limp body obediently began to move in response to his heightened emotions.
Kamash started to run while roaring, “Aaaaaaah!”
It was as if Vermouth and Hamel, both of them, were currently flying towards him. It didn’t matter why they were here. It didn’t matter that the man emitting those flames was neither Vermouth nor Hamel. The only thing that was important to Kamash right now was that this man had made him think of his enemies.
In that case, there was only one thing for Kamash to do.
“You!”
Kamash’s upper body leaned backward. His back got so close to the ground that it was as if he was about to lie down.
Scruuuuuunch!
His huge hand dug into the desert and scooped up a handful of sand.
“Killed!”
Cruuuuunch!
His fingers clenched tightly around the sand. The incredible force of his grip solidly compressed the sand into a single lump. He then filled the lump that he had created to the brim with his dark power.
“Me!
Kamash had no need for weapons. Even when he was alive, Kamash was more accustomed to, and comfortable with, swinging his fists and feet around than wielding a weapon.
That was also true for his stone-throwing. The act felt both familiar and comfortable to him. Grab a handful of dirt, turn it into a stone, and then throw it. With only this simple and primitive attack, Kamash had become the king of the giants.
The stone was sent flying towards Eugene. No, could this really be called a stone? Although it had been made by squeezing a handful of sand, it could no...
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