Wicked Eye Copper Mirror

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

A gray-white outfit, and hair drenched from the raindrops falling from above.

The mysterious man stood on the walls. His eyes watched the Magicians retreating to the city in the distance. He was well aware that it was actually easier to charge out of the city than come back. There were too few that would make it back safely. Even the Super Magicians would fall in the ocean of zombies...

Against the black ocean, the light produced by magic was extremely faint. It would simply be devoured by the thick mist rising from the undead. He could already see troops of Battlemages being overrun in the ocean of undead. The brilliance of their spells grew dimmer.

The lights that suddenly went dark basically implied that the whole troop was wiped out.