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Ainz exhaled his breath slowly and shook his head to clear the slight buzz in his head. Strictly speaking and from a logical point of view, he fully understood that in his current body, invulnerable to all types of poison and all the negative effects such a thing would entail, he should not have been intoxicated at all...

But on the other hand, even if the sense of lightness and euphoria was all just self-deception. And that the feeling of slowly increasing intoxication was all just in his head. Such a thing doesn't really matter to Ainz in the end.

In the end, even if he had just deceived himself by making himself believe that he got drunk, it still worked. Which means Ainz should be glad that he was able to open his guard a little - and share his problems to Hector. It had even, in a sense, helped him.

Not that it would instantly resolve all his problems at once of course... But it had lifted his spirits and calmed his restless mind, so Ainz was pleased.

"Ainz!" - However… Da Vinci calling his name from somewhere made Ainz sighed in defeat instead.

Of course, as soon as he thought that everything in his life is beginning to improve, Da Vinci immediately appeared.

Ainz truly believed that Da Vinci didn't want to ruin his life… Most likely. But Ainz was confident that even if he had truly regained a little peace of mind for the moment, Da Vinci's presence next to him, battering him with complex questions after another, would rob him of all his newfound calm and clear mind.

He should. Definitely should talk to Da Vinci and answer her questions to make her stop badgering him… But later.

Ainz looked around the white sterile corridor.

After meeting, talking, and then playing a fighting game with Hector in one of Chaldea's many lounging rooms, Ainz has decided not to use teleportation to get back to his room. A fatal mistake. As he is, at the moment, in one of the identical intertwining corridors of Chaldea. And that was bad enough without the looming threat of Da Vinci accosting him.

Where does this door lead? Why is there no directory anywhere? Should he turn around and head back? Where did he come from?

Ainz was badly lost in one of Chaldea's many labyrinthian corridors.

"I can smell you from ten kilometers away!" Da Vinci's voice resounded like it was straight out of some horror movie, forcing Ainz to look hurriedly for options.

Run? Ainz was sure that if he did such a thing he would only get more lost...

Teleport to his room? It was a tempting option… but what if one of his 'lovers' was inside? Ainz has calmed down somewhat, but he's definitely not yet ready to face the music. Besides, Da Vinci would just go there sooner or later, he needs to find some other place to hide.

As if straight out of a horror movie, the sound of footsteps slowly got louder and louder, heralding Da Vinci coming near him. Ainz cursed powerlessly and jumped into the first door that he sees, closing it behind him.

The door closing behind him instantly cut off all sounds coming from outside. And, as Ainz suspects, any sound coming from inside the room as well. The room is soundproof.

"Do we have soundproof rooms in Chaldea?" Ainz blinked. Hmm, he wonders, yes, that's right, there was definitely one soundproof room in Chaldea that he remembered.

The Gym.

Turning around, Ainz looked inside the room, confirming his guesses. Indeed, judging by the exercise machines and the mirror-covered walls, he was in the gym. Or as it was known to the Servants, the sparring ring. It was a place for Servants to waste time when they were tired of sitting in one place, or are particularly martially minded.

And now that his mind is not preoccupied by the all consuming terror of Da Vinci, Ainz could hear the tall tale sound of sparring from the center of the room. And with him turning around he could see two Servants in the room with him… Well two Servants who looked pretty much alike.

"Holy fuck, can you hold your hands normally?!" - The voice of the Dragon Witch, Jeanne Alter, was full of irritation, - "Just raise them! What kind of dwarf are you going to cut with your blade held so low?!"

"Sorry," Jeanne replied apologetically, after which she raised her hands up, raising the edge of the blade. Well the sheath at least, to eye level.

"Hands - forward!" - The Witch almost screamed, and then unceremoniously grabbed Jeanne by the arms, pulling them forward, - "You should not be covering your boobs with the sword, but the upper half of your body! Why the hell did they even give you this sword if you can't swing it?!"

"I fight with my banner", - Jeanne objected calmly, - "This sword is needed only to…"

"Yes, yes, die and take someone with you." The Witch snorted, - "Well, what if your enemies somehow disarm you of your banner? Use your trump card on a peon? Even when sheathed, it's still a damn sword! And so you must learn how to swing it!"

"I just don't have... a talent for the sword." Jeanne exhaled, then drew her sword aside.

"When I looked in the mirror this morning - it seems like we had the same face", - The Witch snorted again, - "And I, believe me, can swing a sword very well. So - you can too… At least if you can only force yourself to hold the sword like a sword, and not like a fucking spear!"

"Sorry", - Jeanne smiled in response, then slowly lowered her sword, - "What…"

"HA, AN OPENING!" - In the next second, the Witch made a sharp leg sweep, knocking Jeanne to the ground.

"Hey, that was unfair! i wasn't ready" - Looking up from the ground, Jeanne stretched out her hand resentfully.

"That is for all the torment teaching you have caused me.", - the Witch grinned, then held out her hand, - "Okay, get up, let's see if I can't teach you a prise de fer…"

At that moment, the Witch's gaze came across the silently watching Ainz, forcing the girl with an outstretched hand and a smug grin on her face to freeze.

"What is it?" - Jeanne, who had reached out her hand, puzzled at the strange behavior of the Avenger, called out to her twin.

Coming to herself, the Witch sharply jerked her hand, forcing Jeanne to literally fly off the floor and was only able to barely catch herself, almost falling again. After that the Dragon Witch instantly wiped the smile from her face, and started wearing her usual scowl. She then barked loudly to Jeanne - "That's it the sparring's done, so go away! I'm tired of messing with you!"

"Um..." Jeanne could barely form a reply, obviously surprised by such a change in the Witch's personality. Then, seeing the Witch looking at something intently, Jeanne turned around. When she sees Ainz near the door, Jeanne immediately understands what had caused the Dragon Witch's strange behavior. "Oh, I see… Do we continue tomorrow?"

"No, this was a one-time event because I was bored." The Witch rolled her eyes and turned away from Jeanne."Better thank your God that today I was so bored that I decided to spend my time on you."

"Of course, thank you", - Jeanne smiled, and then went away to, as Ainz himself understood it, was the women's shower room.

"Master… ha! What a farcical title." The Witch, no longer paying attention to Jeanne, moved towards Ainz. All the while staring at him in an almost defiant manner. "So what are you doing here?"

Ainz blinked, - "Honestly, nothing. I was just passing by."

"Tch, as if I'll believe that you're just 'passing by', I'm not an idiot." The Witch answered tartly, then sighed and shook her head, - "So? What do you want?"

Ainz felt a small prick of annoyance at the Dragon Witch's behavior.

It was not a feeling of offense or, God forbid, anger, but just a small feeling of nuisance. To be honest, Ainz was not very happy when he was last treated with such disdain and even challenging attitude. The last time it happened was from Nobunaga, and then Ainz, to be honest, even got a little angry in response… And it happened not long ago, so the memory was very crisp. However, until the moment with Nobunaga, the last time someone treated him in such a way was… maybe… Um... Hmm...

Ainz did not even remember the last time someone treated him so disrespectfully. All the people he met have always treated him very well, and even his enemies at least treated him respectfully. Well, or his opponents were so absolutely insane, that their behavior could not be in any way considered offensive either.

Even when his human exterior was not at all artificial, people didn't interact with him this way. Such an occurrence is so rare that the only one he could remember was Nobunaga, and that was barely a day ago! However, at the same time, Ainz remembered what he had done when he wanted to respond to Nobunaga's attitude when Ainz was still a little upset by her attitude. So he clearly wants to avoid losing his 'cool' so to say.

But he was also not going to be silent and therefore chose, as it seemed to him, a good abstract topic to distract the pale white Jeanne. "I see you are helping Jeanne with her…"

"Pft, help!" However, before Ainz could finish, the Witch instantly recoiled away, crossing her arms over her chest, - "As I said to that weakling, I was just bored! Yes, I just wanted to make fun of the inept Jeanne, who can't even hold her sword properly!"

"Hmm, I see… ?" Ainz blinked a bit confused.

Ainz definitely did not consider himself a master of human relationships. If he was to be honest, he was actually pretty bad at it. And taking the bombastic discoveries of the last few hours, he was pretty sure that he was REALLY really bad at it.

However, thanks to his interaction with the Servants, Ainz has learned one ability quite well. Well… not that they actually help him directly in learning this most important trump card of his, it's more like a side benefit of having so many powerful subordinates. He has learned how to tell the most incredible lies without giving any tells.

So Ainz could tell with certainty, a certainty that any Oracle would envy, when he was lied to his face.

And the Dragon Witch just did exactly that. Brazenly, unceremoniously, and very ineptly, lied to his face. In this Ainz was very confident, he knew the tricks of telling skillful lies after all.

Therefore, with a slow exhale of his breath, Ainz told it straight into the Witch's face, "You're lying."

The Witch, upon hearing such a blunt reply, seemed to stagger for a second. Then she frowned, crossing her arms even more over her chest, as if to close herself completely from Ainz, "Did you just say that I was a liar?"

"Yes", - Ainz nodded, and bluntly continued - "That's indeed what I said."

Obviously not expecting such an answer, the Witch staggered even more, as if from a vicious blow. She then lifted her nose and grunted, showing with all her capability how little she cared about Ainz's words, then she voiced it. "Think what you want, not that I care."

Ainz could only sigh.

He could see completely through the Witch's lies… Of course, it didn't help that the Witch herself was not very convincing in telling her lies either. It was like seeing a grade schooler trying to convince the teacher, stubbornly, that they didn't have their homework with them because their dog ate it. And then having them react even more when the teacher called them out.

"I..." Ainz exhaled and messaged his head. Intruding into someone else's business… If Ainz was sure that there's something that is definitely 'wrong' in this life, then trying to force yourself into someone else's business without asking was clearly at the top of the list of wrong things.

However, as his conversations with Hector have proved, sometimes people should still speak out about what exactly bothered them. Sometime it actually really helped people, so Ainz let out a breath and bulldozed ahead. "Why… Why did you immediately start being rude to Jeanne as soon as you saw me?"

"Hmpf", - the Witch lifted her nose even higher, somehow - "I already said that I was just bored…"

"I saw how you interact with Jeanne." Ainz, ignoring the Witch's flimsy excuse, continued on. "Before you saw me... You talked well enough."

"So what?" The Witch took a step back, casting the haunted look of a cornered beast at Ainz, as if she was ready to rush forward into a reckless attack, "Why do you care?!"

"I…" Ainz paused, what did he want to do? "I just… I would like to help you if you have some kind of trouble, especially with me."

"Help me?" The witch stopped, then cast a look at Ainz full of such anger and bile that Ainz wanted to retreat, "What do you care about me?! What, you were just walking by, saw an unfortunate soul and decided to save it, wanted to earn a plus from God?! Well, you're wrong. You don't need to save anyone here! Go wherever you want, and I'll figure it out pretty well without you!"

"I..." Ainz exhaled. He definitely and absolutely did not want to make Jeanne mad. But at the same time… It seems that he had already met with a similar reaction before… ah right, Olga. "I… Didn't you know? I'm a necromancer, so I can only save bodies…"

Ainz's weak joke did not make the Dragon Witch lower the hostility in her gaze, so Ainz weakly chuckled and decided to just cut straight into the matter. "Listen, I… I just want to know, you've been good with Jeanne before… And a lot of times before this too. But as soon as someone appears, you immediately... change. Why?"

"WHY DO YOU CARE, WHY?! I WANT TO DO IT, SO I DO IT. STOP FUCKING UP MY TIME, MIND AND MOOD!"

"I… " Ainz was shocked into silence by the Witch's sudden outburst.

The Witch also froze when she looked at Ainz's reaction. Her gaze then darted around, it would constantly focus on Ainz's face and then would dart around as if looking for a way to escape… It really looked like she was afraid for some reason.

"I," Ainz breathed out slowly, "I'm sorry."

The Witch appeared shocked, she clearly didn't expect such an answer.

After saying his apology, Ainz slowly nodded as a sign of respect for the girl, and then turned around to leave.

He really probably shouldn't have been so nosy. Yeah, he really shouldn't have started this whole conversation and made one of his Servants mad… Indeed, Ainz should have known that he was bad at interacting with people and shouldn't do it. It was probably the alcohol that made his interaction with Hector going so smoothly…

Ainz took a step, then a second...

"Wait," A sudden call from the Witch stopped Ainz.

Ainz froze in his tracks and then slowly turned around.

The Witch lowered her arms as if in a gesture of defeat, then slowly let out her breath while looking at Ainz intently only to then look downward. Her appearance was vulnerable and even miserable to look at. It was however, without any derogatory overtones. Rather just like a wet kitten in the rain, the Witch now looked like something that one would pity.

"Listen, I…" - The Witch haltingly started speaking, looking down all the while - "Just... Well, there are Servants who smile, love the whole world and everyone loves them in return - like Jeanne… Then there are those who do not interact with anyone - and everyone in turn do not interact with them, and everyone is happy with it, like Archer. Well, then there is me, who quarrel with everyone, and is hated in return. I'm not the only one like that mind you - Cainabel also likes to quarrel with everyone."

"Is that so… " Ainz breathed out, "Cainabel do like to pick fights, but she… Hmm… She's a tsundere."

The Witch blinked confusedly, then stared at Ainz, "Cainabel… Tsundere?"

"Well, um, she does like to fight and quarrel with the other Servants. But she does have a soft side to her." Ainz nodded, remembering Altera, and then looked at the Witch carefully, - "And, if we talk about her quarrels… It's because she really likes to interact that way with the other Servants. But you… I saw that you were interacting amiably with Jeanne, but as soon as you saw me, your behavior changed. I know you're lying, you did not call Jeanne out of boredom to train. And it was not for nothing that you began to teach her how to use her sword… well sheath. So why the play-acting?"

"Hmm, and if I say that I'm just disgusted that my 'real' version is such a weakling?!" With a challenge, slowly looking up, the Witch replied to Ainz, "What will you say then?!"

"I will say that this could be the reason why you decided to train her.", - Ainz smiled, - "But your change in behavior the moment I appeared would not have caused you to react in such a way if that were the real reason."

"And if I say that I do not want someone to see that I am helping such a weakling?" - The Witch chuckled, - "What then?"

"Then I'll say that you would not forget to lock the door to the training hall in that case," Ainz smiled in return.

After thinking for a few more seconds, the Witch finally gave up and breathed out, - "Well, okay… I give up, you're right. I didn't decide to teach Jeanne because I'm bored… "

"That's better." Ainz nodded, not dropping the smile from his face, he was succeeding! "But you're still not answering my question. Why you do not want others to see you interacting with Jeanne nicely. Or perhaps… you don't want me to see it?"

"D-don't talk nonsense!" - The Witch immediately retreated a few steps back, shaking her head, - "I don't care about you! At all! Not at all! Not a drop! Not even the smallest bit!"

"Okay," Ainz nodded, a bit relieved, he had to make sure after all. It probably would even be good if the Witch really didn't care about Ainz. He definitely had enough problems with the girls in his life to count the Witch among them, - "In that case, you don't want others to see you… Why?"

"I already said that I am just such a person." The Witch snorted, - "I do not want others to think that I am… "

"Hmm?" Ainz clung to the opening. "That you're… what?

"It doesn't matter!" The Witch immediately snapped, clearly not wanting to elaborate. "I just don't want others to have the wrong idea about me!"

"I see…" - Ainz nodded, - "Why?"

"Why?!" - The Witch recoiled, - "Because I don't want to of course!"

"Hmm, do speak logically," Ainz breathed out, "If you liked to humiliate and insult others so much, you probably wouldn't participate in an eating competition with them…"

"W-who told you?!" - The Witch who did not expect such a thing to be found immediately shuddered.

"Met with Archer", - Ainz nodded, - "And if you were really evil, you would, on the contrary, try to gain trust in people and create good impressions of yourself... Like Baal, for example."

"Hmm, don't equate me with him", The Witch shook her head again.

"You do good things, but for some reason you don't want the others to know that you are doing it," Ainz nodded, "Why?

"You shouldn't care about this," The Witch tried to slowly raise her arms and cross them on her chest...

"But I care about you," Ainz smiled and the Witch stopped halfway and then slowly lowered her arms.

"Okay, okay…" - The Witch spat, then rolled her eyes, - "Damn you, damn it, it's my image! It's my damn image!"

"Hmm, is that so?" Ainz blinked. Oh, maintaining your image... Ainz could talk a lot about it, very well in fact. About how to maintain the image - there was no one more suitable as an advisor in the whole world than him, - "And why do you do it?"

This question caught the Witch by surprise, causing her to stagger and look at Ainz in confusion, as if he were asking the stupidest question in the world.

But Ainz really didn't understand.

That is, of course, like no one else in the entire universe, he knew what an image was and why it was needed. However, at the same time, the image that he supported could not be called anything other than "perfect". Ainz maintained the image of a great sage magician that did not make mistakes - it did not take long to think about why he chose to maintain such a mask. And at the same time, if the Witch tried to maintain the mask of a desperate brawler... It was extremely strange.

Therefore, Ainz really did not understand her answer, and therefore asked the question very sincerely.

"What a shitty question is this, 'why'?!" - The Witch was outraged very sincerely, - "Because that's what I want!"

"But why?" Ainz asked the question again, making the Witch stop and frown again.

"Are you kidding me?!" - The Witch wrinkled her nose, frowning.

"No, it's just," Ainz shook his head, "I'm used to people creating an outward image that is better than who they really are, never the other way around. I've come across such a thing ... ahem, many times and very personally, so I understand maintaining an image.."

Ainz briefly remembered his friend Ulbert. He really adored constantly role-playing as a villain. Such a thing 'could' be considered an attempt to create a bad reputation for oneself, but at the same time it all happened in a game where such acts were nothing more than entertainment. Moreover, even in Ulbert's case, Ulbert was pretending to be an invincible lord of evil, which was clearly an attempt to build an image of someone much 'better' than he really was. What was the point, for example, for an employee in a company to pretend that it was him who recently beat up a colleague that everyone liked? This only created a negative image, which no sane person would want to maintain, at least without very good reasons. And, as far as Ainz himself understood, judging by the way the Witch herself had reacted, she had no particular reason for maintaining her negative image. So Ainz had to ask the reason why.

"Hah…" - The Witch staggered back, then sighed. "Why the hell are you so stubborn... It's all I have!"

"Yes, that's it!" The Witch aggressively clasped her hands on her chest, looking at Ainz with a burning hatred. - "Yes, that's it! What else can I do, huh?! Maybe you and your heavenly intellect will tell me that it's stupid?! I was created by a Servant, whose main essence is to be evil, rude and petty! What else am I supposed to do!? Well, what do you think huh?! Aren't I pathetic!?"

Ainz blinked.

A deep, very deep understanding of the situation slowly dawned on him.

The Witch did not cling to her image in order to get something... She clung to it so as not to lose anything.

The Witch treasured her image and did not want to change it because she... She just did not know what else she should be.

It... It was strange... As if...

The Witch had nothing else but this image of herself.

Indeed, every person needs some kind of self-determination, something that makes them get up in the morning. Understanding of this human essence, of their place in the world is essential... And the Witch did not have such a thing.

So the Dragon Witch clung to what she had, her image.

She was an accident, created by the Grail as an accidental creation, the creation of a mad magician's wish, Gilles de Rais... She had no history, she had no legend, she didn't have...

Ainz suddenly realized something.

She had no name.

Dragon Witch - that sounds like the name of a boss in a game… No, rather like a nickname, not even a name. Even such a hidden boss should have had a name that could be found in the lore. Even if this name got lost over time, it's existence would still be hinted at. The Dragon Witch is not a name.

Jeanne Alter? The most offensive thing you could think of. A constant reminder that she wasn't even a Servant. Just an Altered version of another, real Servant. A mistake, or rather a minor variation, not even worthy of their own name.

The Dragon Witch had no name, there was no legend, there was no life.

She was born from a real person, but only as a disfigured shell. An existence born of curses and suffering. Like an unfortunate clone, forever doomed to wonder who they really are…

And even when she searched vociferously, the whole answer that the Witch could get is that she is 'a brutish Servant of the Avenger class'. And so she tried to fit that single definition as her whole existence, the proof that she is 'real'.

Ainz blinked and looked at the Witch... At Alter... At... At...

Ainz didn't even know what he should call her, Ainz realised that he never actually had ever referred to her in any way. Even in his own mind, Ainz doesn't know what to refer to her as.

The Witch looked at him, there were no tears and remorse in her eyes - there was anger and... resentment, a lot of buried pain and worst of all, resignation.

Ainz finally understood this stupid and desperate attempt to pass herself off as someone you are not.

What else to do than impersonate someone else, if you don't even know who you are?

Ainz was unsure what he should call her now that he's aware of her feelings.

Jeanne... Alter... Jeanne Alter...

"Jalter?" Ainz glanced at the sad, sad girl, as he blurted out a passing attempt at a name.

"What?" She looked at Ainz, confused.

"Oh, no, nothing…" - Ainz shook his head. Oh, why is it so hard to come up with a name!? Jalter, as if such a name could be any good, it's just a random set of sounds that he got simply by shortening the worst thing he could call her…

"No, you said something just now." The Witch looked at Ainz, intently "I want to hear it again."

Ainz felt a fit of shame swallowing him. "I just… I thought that I… You see, I don't know your name and… I called you Jalter."

The Witch blinked and raised one eyebrow. "Really?"

Ainz exhaled, "Well, I'm… Not particularly good at picking names."

The Witch blinked, then said slowly, - "Jalter... What a shitty name you thought up, honestly!"

"Well, yes," Ainz nodded apologetically to the girl...

"But…" - The Witch blinked, - "I mean, it's not that I can come up with a better option anytime soon and... Hmm, in any case, maybe for a while... Even such a shitty name will do...

"Jalter?" Ainz looked at the girl a little surprised.

"Don't say it, it's a stupid name", - Jalter dismissed it, - "I... While I'll take it... Just for a while. It's like a nickname, so I'll let it be…"

Ainz blinked, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious!" - Jalter angrily glanced at Ainz, - "W-what, do you want a 'thank you' from me?! Yea, no, for such a shitty name there will be no 'thanking' from me! Got it! It's not a name - but crap, and in general… Get out of here! If it isn't clear to you, I don't like it at all! Got it?!"

"Um, yes, of course," Ainz was very surprised. No, of course he expected some kind of reaction from... Jalter for such a name, but still not so violently. Rather, he expected the girl to roll her eyes and say something like 'no, never, that's a stupid name' - and that's it. Ainz's suggestion would be simply forgotten. Instead, the newly named Jalter immediately tried to shove Ainz out of the training room. Hmm, did he really offend her so much with his suggestion? "Okay, okay... I'll go…"

"Yes, go, and know that the name is stupid!" - Jalter threw another comment after him, - "I don't like it at all! And no thanks from me! Clear?!"

"Yes, of course", - Ainz nodded and was quite sad. It seems that this conversation was still unsuccessful for him...

Well, okay, he really should have expected such an outcome. He was after all really bad at conversations.

Thinking such depressive thoughts, Ainz moved away from the gym door.

Returning from the shower, Jeanne saw her… hmm, teacher in great confusion.

"Ah" Her skill immediately revealed to her what had changed. - "You have changed your True Name... Jalter?"

Jeanne muttered the last word, a little surprised.

"Aha…." The now named Jalter muttered something quietly, but after a few moments of silence, she squared off to Jeanne. "And what, you don't like the name?! It's a fucking great name, got it!? The best one!"

"Of course, Jalter", - Jeanne smiled, - "In that case, hmm... Tomorrow at the same time, as usual?"

Jalter frowned, but nevertheless nodded, - "Aha... We'll make a normal Servant out of you yer…"

At Jalter's remark, Jeanne only smiled in response, - "You know, you're pretty cute when you're embarrassed…"

"Go fuck yourself", - Jalter snapped back, but her insult sounded completely toothless, because of which Jeanne only smiled, passing by the thoughtful girl.

Jalter remained alone.

Jalter, ha... Jalter...

Well, if you really think about it, then... Maybe... The name was not entirely bad...

And she wasn't happy to get the name at all!

Well…

Jalter bit her lip.

Well, maybe just a little bit...

Name: Jalter (Jeanne d'Arc Alter)

Race: Human

Title: Dragon Witch

Occupation: Servant of Ainz Ooal Gown

Residence: Chaldea, Jalter's room and Chaldea, Jeanne's room

Karma: -50 (Neutral ~ Neutral evil)

Racial Level: -

Class level: Avenger (10)

Swordsman (10)

Cursed Knight (5)

Witch (5)

Dragon Witch (10)

Commander (1)

Others (15)

Total: 56 Class Levels = 56 Levels

HP: 40

Mana: 90

Physical Attack: 80

Physical Defense: 0

Agility: 80

Magical Attack: 0

Magical Defense: 0

Resistance: 10

Special Abilities: 90

Ability: Le Grondement de la Haine

Level: 90

A fairly strong AoE attack, acting in two phases. Initially, all targets on the ground and near it in the specified area are pierced by many metal spikes or spears, which inflicts piercing damage and blocks movement, After that a wave of fire rises up the spears, causing significant damage to the restrained enemies in the radius of effect.

Player comments:

-It's... a glass cannon. And... a very case sensitive one. But even then, my God, it works! That is, we just throw this build into the center of the enemy, then it uses its agility, deals a lot of damage there and squeezes out its special ability to the maximum. Wash off and repeat, done!

-The commentator above forgot about magic traps and movement restrictions. With zero protection from magic, this build will last until the first spell of paralysis, and then it will simply be trampled. And with 40 HP and no physical protection… It's not even a good punching bag.

- Damn, really... And I really hoped that it would work in some way... Well, okay, to hell with this build. Once again a non-working shitty build. And I already started to rejoice after the last build being somewhat workable that I found something good again... Damn, okay, I confess, the build is crap.