The enormous blue hand, together with two robust arms, swept across the ground like a heavy plow, wiping out all the clawing, shambling spirits.
The silent swordsman wielding the three-foot-long azure blade danced fiercely like a blue butterfly in the storm, slicing down one after another of the monstrous birds attacking.
Even one of the most elegant Moonlight Nobles released its true form, transforming into a giant wolf with bat wings, gliding like a ghost, shredding any magical creature approaching them.
The Druid High Priest of the Dark Council witnessed all of this.
"Impressive courage."
He gave a brief comment—a remark from a Big Wizard was already rare for wizards not yet at registration level.
"But insufficient power."
As he spoke, the Druid High Priest raised his head, his slightly hunched figure suddenly grew much larger, he reached out with his withered clawed hand, directly grasping towards the young wizards battling the spirits: "Thus... let it end here."
