Clifford couldn’t help his laughter, seeing how the group’s eyes nearly popped out upon hearing him say their names. Of course, he couldn’t blame them, since he deliberately hid his face behind a mask.
He was about to remove it when he noticed something odd about the things they were carrying. He frowned, suddenly curious about it.
“You boys have quite odd weapons.”
He tilts his head, rubbing his chin as he focused on the objects. Each one had this unique aura; upon a more careful inspection, his pop-up box finally appeared, giving him much fuller details. He now did not need to use his mind’s eyes, which consumed mana.
It seems his body was still having taking time to recover, after absorbing his left eye. Thankfully, he didn’t need to do much since it automatically returned to him upon getting close, along with taking out all the surrounding enemies, including the boss.
“What’s wrong with it?”