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Author's Note: I am taking a break for a while, hope you understand

THUD!

The man fell with a shocked expression as he took last breath and departed from this world.

Another hooded devils swiftly looted his body, retrieving the spike as he grabbed the severed arm along him.

He instantly shot off to the horizon as if his life depended on it as his figure zoomed away from the battlefield.

The allied mages who were chasing after the dead man now stood with confused expressions as the whole situation looked weird to them.

'Internal strife?' a thought of possible rivalry was born as it looked like those men contested for the ring on the severed arm's finger.

They were curious whether that was a spatial ring retrieved from ruins, but they were swiftly nocked out of their stupor as Davis's voice boomed into their ears.

"Attack!" he pointed at the distance were two allied mages were being supressed by four hooded men.