"This thing seems quite effective..." Bruto's voice rose from behind Lancelot, "How do I look to you now?"
Lancelot turned around and found three strangers standing behind him— a dwarf, an elf, and a human. His consciousness felt chaotic, as though his brain was adamant that these people were his familiar companions, yet his eyes were screaming in disagreement.
"It's truly amazing." The unfamiliar elf exclaimed in a familiar voice, "True to the Lord of the Dead, this is a miracle only the gods can achieve..."
"Magic can do it too." The human beside them complained, "Anything divine power can achieve, magic can also accomplish... it's just that this kind of magic might not have been discovered yet..."
"But mages won't have it so easy, you must admit that."
The dwarf looked up silently at the two people speaking, his facial expression gradually twisted.
