Kapitel 123: Dark Fairy Tale

As the dark fairies surrounded Killian, Fanfar pulled out his card. "Mod!" he shouted.

But nothing happened.

One of the fairies smirked. "I told you, he can't do anything," She flicked her thin fingers dismissively, wings fluttering as a sudden gust of wind sent dry leaves swirling around them.

Another snickered. "You're just a level-one peasant."

They giggled and drew closer, hands outstretched, claw-like nails glinting in the moonlight. Their wings flapped faster and faster, churning the air into a frenzy, a cyclone of dead leaves and shadows. Fanfar, who was in the middle of the wind circle, Fanfar felt his heart beating faster, panic flashing through him as he tried again to activate his card, hoping it would work. But there was nothing, not even a flicker.

"Let's eat him here," one said, licking her lips with a long, forked tongue.

"Without cooking him?" another teased, grinning as she drifted closer.

"Cooked or raw, does it matter?"

"No!" "Na!" "Na!" "Na!"