An Imaginative Mind

"Wait a minute," Lu Li said. He casually cast Blind onto the Berserker, causing him to run around aimlessly for a while.

The arrogant Priest that was holding the Magic Staff didn't know what to do now, because her Berserker partner, Master Boben, hadn't lost any HP yet. Although he had been hit with a Gouge, his HP remained unchanged.

Moreover, there wasn't anyone who came to attack her as the Priest.

Why didn't anyone attack her? She was the Priest and their healer. Even if they didn't focus-fire her, they should have at least hit her with some crowd-control. This sense of safety felt a little unsettling; she just wanted someone to fight her.

There were two people that were just standing around Master Boben, and they looked like they were laughing.