บท 524: The End of the Monster Tide

As one of Rodel's earliest adventurers, Povet had a clear understanding of his place.

Though a magus, he was merely at the preparatory level, the lowest tier.

Making a living within the adventurer's guild wasn't a problem for him, but deliberately provoking spellbeasts was asking for discomfort.

Even on such a battlefield, spellbeasts shouldn't be his target; there would naturally be stronger individuals tasked with handling them.

His real targets were the spellbeast subspecies, creatures in a similar position to him among beasts—beginning to break away from the ordinary ranks but not entirely transcended.

"Birds of a feather flock together," even on the battlefield, this adage held its sway.

A bear-like spellbeast subspecies, significantly larger than the average grey bear, roared as it climbed the city walls.

Povet's gaze instantly locked onto this massive creature, his broadsword angled ready, his footsteps quickening.