On the light screen, Victor's breathing grew heavier. Eighty tons of Crystal Bombs sounded incredible, but no matter how he looked at it, the plan was like walking a tightrope.
But the two trump cards Allen had revealed—the promise of advancement to Second-level Wizard and the "Little Boy" capable of annihilating a Second-level Wizard—made him hesitate.
"Fifteen days."
Victor repeated the number in a low voice, hesitation and resolve warring furiously in his ice-blue eyes.
"Pulling the defensive line back to the volcanic cluster is like laying our necks on the chopping block. If he launches an all-out assault ahead of schedule, or if your 'Little Boy' fails to be delivered, we won't have any buffer at all."
Allen replied calmly, "The next time he makes a move, it will be a decisive, thunderous strike. Spreading our forces out will only allow him to pick us off one by one."
