"Bad news, sir, a mage has broken through the ruins and invaded!"
The subordinate rushed in to report, but Jill remained calm, slowly taking off his gloves and picking up the magic staff beside him.
"What's their strength?"
He asked.
"Tier Three."
"Tier Three?"
"Yes."
"Why are you bothering me with a Tier Three?" Jill tossed his magic staff back and prepared to keep observing the potion's reaction. "So many magic puppets, and yet you can't kill a single Tier Three mage?"
"We can't." The subordinate's forehead dripped with cold sweat. "That mage only cast one spell, and all the magic puppets died."
"What?"
Jill picked up his magic staff again. "Notify Turas and Laggs. Attack together."
"Yes!"
Soon, Jill met up with Turas and Laggs outside, and together they rushed toward the area where they sensed combat.
Very quickly, they turned a corner and saw, in the distance, the black-robed mage slaughtering magic puppets.
A girl stood behind him.
