Chapter 59: Freshers Ball (8)
The frozen battlefield groaned under the weight of battle. Shards of ice littered the ground, slick with demon blood. Above, the crimson tears in the sky widened with every pulse from the obsidian pillar.
Michael's eyes locked on it the nearest pillar, standing like a spear driven into the heart of the academy's training field. Mana radiated from it in sickening waves, each pulse accelerating the summoning.
"We can't just hold the line," he muttered. "We have to shut that thing down."
Leon fell into step beside him, blade blazing with holy fire. "Then let's cut through. I'll match your pace."
Michael spared him a glance. Leon's breathing was steady, his grip tighter than before. No hesitation this time.
Good. Maybe you'll finally start fighting like yourself, not your bloodline.
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They surged forward.