Dieter reached the foot of the spire, but he still felt like he was losing. Grasping desperately for handholds on the edge of the cliff he was falling from.
A bitter feeling—loss. Dieter wasn't going to swallow it, but was there a choice?
The combination attack with him, Ronzio, and Occhio worked well—but Dieter was sure that it won't work twice. Besides, Ronzio had no more bombs powerful enough to make Cael break into a sweat.
Cael's momentary pause left him way behind—Dieter could barely sense his mana without using divination magic. But there was still plenty of distance between Dieter and the Ice Flower. Plenty of time for Cael to catch up.
Occhio must've read these thoughts on Dieter's face. "We should have never come here. All that time and effort is about to go to waste… And Capelli, too. If someone had to die, I'd prefer to see Calvo go instead."
Deal with the devil. Dieter didn't even hesitate... Yeah he's just ruthless that way.