Arlon stared at the aftermath of his spell, his grip tightening around Arcanium Edge.
The monster's body lay still, impaled through by the Ice Pillar.
He exhaled slowly.
The spell itself wasn't what shocked him. He could have pierced that monster's hide with enough power.
If he had cast a high-tier spell from the start, the result wouldn't have been that different.
But he hadn't done that.
He had only intended to keep them at bay, to buy himself a moment to formulate a proper plan.
This was the only way to proceed in this Tower if one wanted to advance.
Instead, the sword had amplified his magic beyond what he had expected.
And seeing that made him realize something—
He didn't need a plan.
At least, not on this floor.
Arlon lifted Arcanium Edge and took a step forward.
His mana surged, responding to his intent, and before the monsters could close the distance, he cast his next spell.
Flood.
A deep rumble filled the chamber.
