Chapter 55: Chapter 52: Journey To Aste; A Wisp and A Visit

Things aren't looking pretty.

And somehow, it's even worse than usual. This time, I don't have the option to fly away in Anselm's arms or raise a horde of undead to cover my escape.

There are no materials to work with and even if there were, I don't have the mana to execute any spells.

As a last-ditch effort, I whip out my dagger and slash it around in the air as threateningly as I can.

My adversaries are unmoved.

The clashing of blades echoes through the air, Anselm simply will not fall; he can't.

The immortal nature of being a soul manifested in mana persevered even through the heavy blows of his opponent.

Yet it did nothing to overcome his skill. As far as I can tell, the two are evenly matched.

Quite frankly, I'm surprised; I have never met a person, a foe, that could best Anselm in any martial art. His military skill and prowess shone even after his death so brightly I did not think it possible. Until today.