Pink arcane light flickered, as the gradually dissipating magic particles turned into starry specks, fading away in the air.
Ingram shifted his gaze from the two individuals controlled by the [Human Immobilization Spell] in the forest ahead.
Without the physical boost granted by Professional Level, once they succumb to the erosion of Magic Power at the start, it becomes exceedingly difficult to break free in a short period.
He paid no heed to the blood and flesh clinging to his fingertips.
He bent down, cupping the Tomb Guardian's head with both hands, placing it neatly atop the skeleton, at the position of the skull.
The old man was no Undead Mage, and the ritual book he gave him contained no spells.
An ordinary person, dead with a single blow of a hammer.
The guards escorting him took a bit more effort, though.
But compared to himself, who's close to getting a job, they were still far behind.
Two blows, or three?
It didn't matter.
"Huff..."
