would have been too late to save Welf. That thought sent a drip of cold sweat down his face. He was going to need a rest, and soon.
…?
Bell saw something strange out of the corner of his eye as he watched Welf deliver the final blow to the dazed Al-Miraj.
It was a party of five—no, six adventurers. The members of a different
Familia
came closer and closer by the second.
Bell raised his eyebrows in confusion. Battle parties preferred to avoid as much contact as possible in the Dungeon to avoid problems on the surface. He could understand if they were heading directly toward the exit, but their current path would bring them
very close
.
Almost as though they were targeting him.
“—”
The heavily damaged battle party was coming toward them on purpose.
They passed within a stone’s throw of Bell on their way by. He happened to catch the eyes of the girl with a glossy black ponytail.
Blue velvet eyes on the verge of tears locked with ruby-red ones for a brief moment.
“—?! Oh no! They led more to us!”
Meanwhile.
Lilly was the only one able to respond to the other battle party’s actions and tried to warn her allies.
She had experienced this very same tactic during her time as a thief. She knew this practice all too well.
“Huh…?”
“We’ve been used as a decoy! More monsters are coming!”
Lilly practically screamed at Bell’s dumbstruck face.
A moment later, just as she predicted, another swarm of monsters appeared in the room.
There was almost double the number of Al-Miraj they had been fighting, as well as a few hellhounds coming at them. The color instantly drained from Bell’s and Welf’s faces.
Bell spun around just in time to see the last member of the other
Familia
disappear through the room’s exit.
“Retreat! Mr. Welf, the tunnel to your right! Move!!”
“What the—You’ve got to be kidding?!”
Bell’s battle party scrambled in confusion.
Fear was beginning to rear its ugly head. Welf wildly swung his broadsword in front of him. The blade didn’t cut through the Al-Miraj blocking his path, but it was strong enough to force the monster out of his way. The tunnel entrance now clear, he followed Lilly’s orders and dove straight in.
Bell and Lilly weren’t far behind.
We can’t get away…!
The tunnel path slowly widened before them as Lilly came to a sudden realization. Bell would have to hold them off.
These monsters were faster. While Bell might be able to get away, it was a given that a supporter with a weak Status had no chance in one of the middle levels’ connecting tunnels.
The pack of monsters formed a line, bared fangs flashing in the dark. None of them could tell how many monsters were there—the beasts were kicking up enough dust to hide their numbers. It was a sight that would make any normal person collapse on the spot.
Bell chanced another look over his shoulder as he ran next to Lilly. It was as though a nightmare had come to life.
“Mr. Bell?!”
“Hey, Bell!”
“I’ll catch up!”
The decision was made in a flash.
Ignoring Lilly’s and Welf’s objections, Bell turned his back to them.
Basically, he spun 180 degrees.
He planted his feet and squared his shoulders in the face of the oncoming wave of monsters.
He raised his shielded left arm straight out and took a deep breath.
“Firebolt!”
He unleashed three rounds of his Magic straight down the narrow tunnel.
The rocky pathway was filled with three pillars of flaming electricity in the blink of an eye. The whole path was illuminated in violet flames, incinerating everything in their path.
A blast of hot air expanded from the sea of flames. Using this kind of Magic in such a small space was technically illegal in the Dungeon due to the high possibility of other adventurers taking damage, but these were desperate times.
Bell lowered his arm, his body illuminated by the flames.
Shadows danced on his face for a moment before—his eyes shook with fear.
Four shadows emerged
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