A group of two young men and a spirit continued to go down the narrow ant tunnels.
To ensure their safety, Mikael tirelessly drifted ahead of the group to scout.
He killed the monsters that he could manage, clearing the path for his fragile partner and their masochistic companion.
On their way, Deon bickered with Finn.
"I'm telling you, Sir Finn! Using a modified spell on mobs is an overkill!"
"BUT! Didn't you see that majestic pillar of fire? Wasn't it so satisfying to watch?"
"Right now, we don't need unnecessarily flashy spells with a probability of backfiring."
"Ehem… I disagree." Finn held his straight nose up in the air, "Flashy spells are a must if we want to attract monsters to our direction." He waved his hand and said as if to prove his point, "How many minutes do you think it's been since our last monster encounter? At this rate, it'll take months before we manage to sweep this place clean!"
Mikael watched as Deon was stunned speechless.
'He really has a knack for starting arguments that he couldn't win.' Mikael quietly chuckled, 'But Finn is right. This is too inefficient… we have to gather the enemies in one place and blast them off simultaneously… but how?'
As Mikael was lost in his thoughts, he missed the sound of something heavy scraping across the dirt floor—Until the monster was right up his nose!
"qu…een…is…hung..ry… must… hurry…"
A Soldier Killer Ant appeared from the gloom, dragging along an unconscious woman.
"Fo..od?..." as soon as the Soldier Ant got within 15 meters of Deon, its antennae jerked like a dowsing rod in search of water.
Six spindly legs suddenly rushed onward after the monster sniffed the pheromone off of Deon. Its large mandibles that carried the woman by her collar tightly clasped and she was dragged haphazardly like a sack of potatoes.
"DEON! WATCH OUT! A SOLDIER ANT IS COMING YOUR WAY!" Mikael warned.
Deon relayed the warning to Finn.
But Finn just stood back, arms crossed in his broad chest, generally looking inattentive.
"Sir Finn! I said there's a soldier ant approaching!" Deon repeated, assuming Finn hadn't heard him.
"Yes, I know," Finn replied.
"Then why?..."
Deon was confused.
'Why was Finn acting like this instead of bringing his brush out?'
"What? You said it was just one monster. You should handle this alone. If I help you every time, my ink supply will run out." Finn calmly explains, "So, I'll only help when there's a large group, okay?"
Indeed, Finn was a person who marched at his own pace. He was someone who willingly entered this dungeon to satiate his curiosity.
Someone who readily bosses around Deon, whom he met for the first time yesterday.
Someone who camped in the ant cemetery as if it was his own backyard.
Someone who used a potentially dangerous spell on mobs—That was Finn. A combat Almagi who cannot be understood by common sense.
Deon gave up trying to get Finn to fight.
He kept his eyes alert, awaiting the duel with the incoming monster.
Scarlet orbs soon glowed beyond the tunnel, an aura of death and madness seeping off its matte black exoskeleton.
The Soldier Ant threw the woman to the side as it excitedly dashed toward Deon.
Hoping that this time, his title effect would prove useful, Deon started the fight with a bluff.
<Skill: Bluff Lvl. 1 is activated.>
Crimson Aura enveloped his body.
'I can do this.' his eyes burned fiercely, 'I can defeat you. On my own.'
Despite his initial reluctance, he now treated this fight as a test—A test of courage.