"Teacher! You have arrived!" Nora's face was filled with joy when she saw Siderius.
He nodded. "You did good. Now leave the rest to me."
Siderius opened his left palm and hovered it over the length of the blade. His mouth murmured a whisper.
"
The blade made by True Steel lit up in an orange hue and it exuded intense heat that distorted the air around it.
Siderius dashed forward and jumped into the horde of corpses like a wolf found a den of sheep. His blade shone like a torch and burned like a sun. With each swing, a group of corpses were slashed in pieces. They fell down on the ground only to continue burning until nothing left.
"Unbelievable." Caterina observed everything with widened eyes.
There were witches who could fight. But they were nowhere near the level of Siderius. At best, they used spell to assist them in combat. Their footwork and actual skill in combat were minimal.
