Chapitre 168: Blood-tinged Garden — 2

Vincentius rose up with a groan, inspecting his wounds.

Apart from the insect bites, the black marks on his chest had grown larger, showing signs of decay.

If this continues, I might die before doing something. Still, their objectives are plain to see. They've purposefully steered the battle into a long-range defensive one, meaning they'd be at a disadvantage if we were to exchange blows in direct combat.

Vincentius exhaled, lowering the flow of Mana dedicated to his enhancement magecraft.

Expending this much energy into strengthening spells is unnecessary against such opponents. I'll direct some of it to blood generation, then go on the offensive to thwart any attempts at coordination. Approaching the masked boy is a tiny bit too dangerous for my taste, so I'll focus on the second weakest physically.