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The longer it remained power, the more it draw from the Mana of the Witches that created it. That included those who were fighting the 3 S-rankers and those that powered it from outside the Magic Circle.

At the same time, the longer the S-rankers spent inside the Magic Circle, more flaws would be revealed to them, allowing them to break free, thus stopping any chances of the Witches to ascend.

'We need to end this, once and for all.' Her eyes wandered around, searching for anything she could use to kill the S-ranker trapped with her group.

Rummaging through her pack once more, she found herself with the sole combat potion she ever knew; explosion potion. Oh, there are more combat potions but the one she spent the most time creating is the explosion potion.

Not out of choice, as the ingredients to make explosion potion was the easiest one to be found during their hiding days. Even under the Demon Lord, Alanor still focused on mastering the explosion potion, though she did learn to concoct other combat potions.

Cursing herself for focusing on one type of combat potion, the redhead brainstorm a way to use the remaining explosion potion to her group advantage.

As she looked around, her eyes soon fell on Fiora's plant, an idea slowly forming inside her head.

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Furim blocked another boulder, his strength more than sufficient to cut through it. With his strength no longer dropping, the Marshal tried to search for any flaws he could take advantage of.

'I see.' Finding

what he was looking for, the Marshal hide a smile, not wanting the Witches to realize he found a flaw in their Magic Circle.

Covering his movement, Furim focused his Aura on his blade, hiding his apparent target as best as he could.

He focused on one of the Witches, trying to get them to think he was targeting her, while his true intention would be the Magic Circle.

As he strike the Witch, the other Witches, plus several illusion, covered the woman. By casting Mana Barrier and pulling her away, the Witch managed to escape him. Just as he intended.

With a victorious smirk, he was about to swing his blade to his target, the weak point in the Magic Circle. Just as he was about to strike it down, a plant suddenly appeared at the corner of his eyes.

Before, he would pay more attention to it, but now, his focus was on escaping, causing him to ignore it, thinking it might be an illusion. Even if it was not Furim could easily escape the range of the plant.

That turned out to be a horrendous mistake, as the plant opened up, revealing a large number of potion. Explosion potion, he corrected himself.

Furim's eyes widened as she quickly attempted to create distance between him and the explosive, except, it was little too late.

*BOOOOMMM*

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Alanor's plan was simple, yet difficult in the same vein. First, he needed to get her explosive near the S-ranker. And not just one, but all of it at the same time, as the resulting explosion would be large and strong enough to cripple the man.

To accomplish that, the usage of something to cover the explosive would be required, plus better illusion. For the former, he get Fiora to aid him, using her plants to cover his explosive.

For the latter, Ionin came in clutch. Her illusion was good enough that the S-ranker did not even notice the presence of the plant until it was a too late.

Yet, even as the explosive engulfed the S-ranker, Alanor did not dare to believe the man is dead. Doing so before she could see the corpse is the height of stupidity. So, to ensure the man is as dead as he could be, she belayed the order,

"Fire everything you have at him!"

While all her explosion potion gone, Alanor could still cast Spells, with some in her repository would not lose out to her explosion potion.

Besides her Fireball, large thorns and

boulders flew at the man's direction, while illusion hide them, causing their target to see nothing flying in towards him.

The bewildered S-ranker, still recovering from the explosion, didn't sense the incoming projectiles, resulting in several thorns managing to skewer him and boulders hitting him, hard.

Yet, even impaled by impressive sized thorns, the S-ranker merely grunted. In pain, but still standing, somehow.

Once more, Alanor couldn't help but be impressed by the vitality of S-rankers. However, the fight was already over. The S-ranker didn't just know it yet.

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Furim let out a bloody cough. His body were hurting all over, yet the Marshal did not intend on dying yet. If he was going to die, he will be bringing the Witches down with him. At least, they will not ascend as High Witch.

Gathering Aura to his blade one last time, the Marshal prepared himself for a suicide charge, his body ready to explode, literally, in a large Auric explosion.

Yet, just as he was about to take the first step, something stabbed him.

"Uurrghh!" Furim coughed up more blood, as he looked down on his chest. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

There, a dagger come through it, coming out from where his heart is, or was. More blood leaked out of his mouth, as the dagger was pulled out, causing blood to flow even faster from the new hole on his body.

His legs went limp, as strength left his body. The Marshal of Ravus Kingdom fell forward, his knees falling first, before the rest of his body soon followed.

As life slowly left him, Furim struggled to look at the one who delivered the final blow. With great agony, he managed to turn his head slightly to the left, allowing him to glimpse at the Witch.

The purple-haired Witch, which he never saw before, walked towards the rest of the Witches.

'N-no, not like this.' Yet, even as he struggled, the Marshal could do nothing but coughed out blood and twitched, his body growing colder as he finally died.