"It's a shame we have to meet like this."
Figxin shouted.
"It might have been better for everyone if you hadn't dodged that bullet." The gunner's voice was robotic, betraying no emotion.
"Never give up hope of survival—you're the one who taught me that. Have you forgotten?"
Figxin glanced to the sides. Gelda and Zete Mage were already in position.
'I need to draw his attention. Create an opening for the two mages to cast.'
The spells a Mage could cast instantly were quite limited.
Most powerful Magic required chanting Spells, specific gestures, or casting materials—sometimes one, sometimes all of them.
This could take a long time to prepare.
This was normal. After all, the potential of Magic was immense. If it were easy to prepare powerful spells, then Magic System Professions would be the only ones worthy of being called Professionals.
"After all these years, how did you end up running with trash like this?"
