Chapitre 178: Feisty Uncle Seb

The Rune Master seized the opportunity, and lashed out with Lament, the bone blade slicing into the creature's flank.

The fanged howled in pain, its attention diverted from the opponent in front of it to the blinding pain.

Sebastian wasted no time and unleashed a barrage of illusions. He didn't have time earlier because the beast attacked, and he had to make the shields of virtue.

The illusions were meant to not only distract the creature he was facing, but also divert the attention of everything around him and prevent them from attacking him.

Sebastian had no intention of risking his life here and kept all the monsters as far as he could, while at the same time doing what he could to kill as many of them.

A tier-1 fanged, for a tier-0 thespian like him, who could absorb creature's mana, would be a tremendous boon.