“You filthy bastard!”

Victor gritted his teeth as he stood up. His burned face and body were searing with pain, almost unbearable to the touch. His armor was so heated that wearing it felt like more of a hindrance. His sword, too, seemed like it would bend with the slightest impact.

Even though he was suppressing the heat with his mana, he couldn’t hold out much longer. He needed to take care of this nuisance quickly and get out of here.

“I’ll kill you and cut off the heads of every last one of them.”

Victor glared at Ghislain as …