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Maybe it was because those bodies weren’t live sacrifices, but the spire’s Magic Circle only came alive after swallowing a ridiculous number of corpses. The crimson glow spread across the altar floor, filling the invisible lines of an ancient sigil. By the time the markings fully lit up, Do-Jin was already moving toward the next spire.
He traveled underground, burning through monsters and blowing up every major structure along the way. After the third one, he started feeling like some kind of terrorist. He would crash through a corridor, torch everything in sight, take a quick nap in a dusty corner, and get right back to it. By the time he reached the fourth spire, something finally changed.
Swish, boom!
A massive arrow tore past his head and detonated against the stone behind him.
Do-Jin cursed loud enough to echo down the hall. “What the fuck kind of arrow hits that hard?!”
“That’d be Melina.” Matthew’s voice floated over, calm as ever. “Her arrows pack a punch. She’s an archer, but she uses earth mana instead of wind, so every shot hits like a boulder.”
Do-Jin leaned out just enough to catch a glimpse into the altar chamber. There she was, the half-destroyed archer sitting at the far end of the room, one leg missing, half her face gone, still nocking arrows with one good arm.
She’s missing a leg and an eye, and she’s still shooting? She should’ve just died before ending up like this...
The next arrow whistled past his ear, grazing the wall close enough to sting his cheek. He ducked back immediately. Even with level and stat scaling, the raw power behind those shots...
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