Birth of Genesis [2]

'So this is what he looks like when he's serious?'

Instructor Benson narrowed his eyes as he stopped a few meters in front of Azriel.

During the fight against the Cradler, Benson had occasionally glimpsed at Azriel's battle.

There was nothing particularly noteworthy—except for that odd sword art.

His own fight with the Cradler hadn't been too difficult.

As he expected, the abomination specialized in mind attacks.

But Benson excelled at resisting such assaults.

For someone of the same mana core level to affect him mentally would have been nearly impossible.

And since the Cradler lacked skill in close combat, it didn't take him long to finish it.

But still, it was a strange creature—surviving decapitation, needing to have its heart and mana core ripped out.

And the strangest part?

It only seemed to care about Azriel.

'Yes, it was definitely odd. But that was all.'