"If you don't want to be burdened, then don't be," Wayne stood up, snapped his fingers, and sparks began to dance off his body, igniting the pollen spores that clung to his skin.
A vortex of flames swirled around him, growing more and more intense as it spread to the surroundings, the red walls of fire surged in all directions, burning the nearby pollen to a crisp.
The mage who had been shot in the shoulder continued to scream in agony, while his two companions, who had just been joking and laughing, suddenly became calm, with no disturbance from the family members, which startled him greatly.
The most terrifying thing was that the soft and cute prey had transformed into the hunter. He still couldn't understand why an ordinary mage apprentice could be so formidable.
From intentionally leaving clues, to pretending to be unconscious to lower their guard, to destroying the pollen spores, eliminating all unstable elements...