"......"
A Blacksteel Worldwide mercenary fell to the enemy caster.
His right hand was blown off, and the FN FAL assault rifle in his grip vanished along with it.
He now lay sprawled on the ground.
Beside him lay the squad leader, who had just been killed in action.
"...Ugh..."
With every ounce of his remaining strength, he wriggled forward.
His left hand, missing a finger, brushed against the communicator.
"...Mission... failed... The enemy has a powerful... caster..."
"......"
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Chapter 36