They looked up and saw a glowing figure floating in the air of High Priest Elf, surrounded by a halo of holy light. His presence filled the battlefield with warmth, pushing back the crimson haze.
Swoosh!
A second figure appeared beside them. A man with sharp eyes and a long spear caught it from the air and spun it once before planting it firmly into the ground. His aura burned with power.
"You all did well," Hobbins said in a cold, steady voice. His gaze shifted toward Dominic with a calmness that hid deadly intent.
Another light flashed beside him, and Fred appeared, his expression grim and focused.
"Leave the rest to us," Fred said as he drew his sword, his voice heavy with determination.
Dominic's face darkened. The playful arrogance vanished from his features, replaced by cold hostility. His aura flickered dangerously, and the air itself began to shiver.
"It seems I was mistaken," Dominic said slowly, his voice low and hoarse, echoing across the field like a growl.
