Thanks to the kid from the first hearth, I was released.

There seemed to be no time to waste, so instead of asking what was happening, I directly flew to the first hearth.

My heart was pounding out of my chest.

"Mother…Acca…please be well…" were my whispered prayers to whoever divinity was listening.

Like a mighty bird beast, I tore through the air, passing the seventh hearth, then the sixth, then the fifth…

I eventually got closer and closer to the First Hearth, and as I did, the sounds of battle also grew louder.

My heart strangely relaxed.

At the very least, the warriors of the tribe were still holding up, but to what extent, I could only fly closer to find out.

My relief was, unfortunately, short-lived.

I soon arrived and surveyed the chaotic scene from a high vantage point.

My eyes widened in rage as soon as I realized what was happening.

The chieftain and his warriors were barely holding on, now numbering less than three hundred.

On the other side were more or less a thousand warriors of the Sea Dragon Clan, the head shaman, and over a hundred traitors led by the chieftain's brother.

The bastards have sold the tribe to the enemy!

"Vermin, die!!" I roared at the top of my lungs, fury rising to the high heavens.

I called upon a rain of frozen shards and a raging tornado of flames that accurately reflected how I was feeling at that moment.

The first one I attempted to murder was naturally the traitorous old man.

His long nose and thick eyebrows somehow intensified the feeling, though I can't and have no intentions of figuring out why.

I just want to wipe the smug smile on his unworthy, decaying face.

Unfortunately, while my attack took out more than fifty traitors of our tribe and a few warriors of the Sea Dragon Clan, the villainous old coot was also quite skilled in sorcery.

He was able to escape the effective range of my spells.

Nonetheless, the satisfying sound I've been hearing, followed by a string of words I couldn't recognize but could somehow understand, made me feel better, if only slightly.

I've been steadily earning what were called Chaos Points.

In the next moment, however, a massive ball of flame flew towards me, attempting to devour me.

But I only sneered in disdain.

This is the level of sorcery of this so-called Head Shaman? Laughable!

I fired back with a [Fireball] of my own, just to show the elderly coot the difference between us.

My flames destroyed his flames rather easily, and the bewildered reaction on his ugly face soothed my infuriated heart slightly, but unfortunately, I couldn't relish the moment.

More than thirty elemental projectiles are heading my way. I have to deal with them first…

I thrust my palm forward, summoning a dark, elastic plate that received the elemental spells fired by the sorcerers of the Sea Dragon Clan and the traitorous tribesmen.

I then released it all back at them, giving them a taste of their mediocre abilities.

A majority of the bastards died from just that.

I was pleased, not noticing a crucial factor, creeping beneath the satisfaction of vanquishing my foes.

The tribesmen and the chieftain momentarily gazed at me.

Their eyes reflected shock and disbelief, yet also held a hint of hope. They're all relying on me.

With renewed vigor, I kept on trying to eliminate the slippery old shaman, ending up killing more enemies.

But what I didn't notice was my dwindling reserves.

Why did I even think I could keep doing sorcery for as long as I want?

This isn't my body…

No, wait…what am I thinking? This is my body. Whose body could it be if not mine?

But if so, then why did I fail to keep track of the total number of spell cards I could use?

In any case, my rampage continued for a while. I kept killing dozens of enemies with a single wave of my hand.

There were also a few times I almost ended the infuriating elder, but the bastard always managed to slip away at the last second.

I was losing my patience.

The war went on as I fought the enemy sorcerers—both those from my race and those from the depths.

I was far stronger, overwhelming their ranks easily.

This naturally boosted the morale of their tribesmen.

Surprisingly, they even began to push the enemy back, despite being outnumbered more than three to one, thanks to the chief's might and stoicism in battle.

Things were looking good.

Enemy sorcerers were down to less than a dozen, the infuriating elder had lost an arm and had an icy shard impaled quite deep into his back, and the tribesmen were starting to turn the tide of the battle around.

…Until a pair of eyes found it difficult to just watch.

The void cracked, and from it, a horned creature that resembled a human burst forth, rushing towards me.

It was fast, whatever the monster was.

It didn't seem to be a member of the Sea Dragon Clan…

My eyes could barely keep up, but with a touch of my forehead, I instantly repositioned, escaping its purple, glowing nails that seemed more like claws.

The creature spoke, seemingly impressed that I was able to evade its attack, but I couldn't understand what it was saying.

I merely narrowed my eyes, observing its full form.

It looked like an ancient demon based on its purple-skinned appearance.

The monster's physique was not only impressive, but it was also skilled in sorcery, far surpassing the head shaman of our tribe.

With a wave of its hands, it summoned a projectile that ripped through the space, shooting straight towards me.

But I wasn't fazed.

Somehow, I have this strange feeling that I've met this creature before, and fought someone of its species far stronger than the one in front of me.

I basically thought it was weak, for some reason…

Pointing my fingers heavenwards, a crackling thunder spear materialized. I willed it to clash with the mysterious space-ripping spell.

A massive explosion happened, but to the purple-skinned creature's surprise, my sorcery was stronger.

The Thunder Spear, although weakened considerably, continued on its violent path.

The mysterious purple-skinned monster had to rip the space again just to stop it.

My confidence rose—no, it overflowed. I felt as though I was the strongest.

With the powers granted to me by the god in the sacred temple, not even this monster, who seemed to be the leader of the Sea Dragon Clan, could defeat me.

But then it spoke again.

In the next moment, thunder cracked, the void cracked, space rippled, and the darkness hissed.

Six more of its kind appeared, and they surrounded me.