Chapter 212
The battle at Goltas had taken yet another perilous turn.
Above the battlefield, a swarm of crackling lightning arrows—a hundred in total—hovered ominously in the sky, their blue glow bathing the war-torn city in eerie illumination.
Each arrow aimed mercilessly at the exhausted students below, who were barely standing—especially the first-years. Most could only stare upward, paralyzed with dread.
Even Lyra's wind dragon, once a symbol of hope, flickered in and out of existence until it vanished entirely. She plummeted gracefully from the sky, her body limp with exhaustion.
Dave and Dante? Their condition remained unknown. The last thing Vince saw was Dave's foot being blown clean off before his body was flung across the battlefield like a rag doll.
Vince had screamed until his throat burned, but fear gripped him too tightly to move. The undead's presence was overwhelming.
