“Hmph,” Lylian snorted at Roald and led her three girls over to Alavin’s side.
“Thank you,” Aymee whispered her gratitude. She was an Advanced Mage Protégé, but she couldn’t protect her friends alone.
“We should take refuge in the temple,” Lylian suggested just as the Cobalt Strike team rushed there first, securing a strategic position and using the temple to block the wolf pack.
“Damn it, are all of you from Cobalt Strike like this?” Lylian stamped her foot in frustration.
“Don’t tar everyone with the same brush. There are still good people around,” Alavin coughed lightly.
“What do we do now?” Aymee activated her energy shield, guarding the outer perimeter, anxiously watching the growing number of wolves. They might appear tiny, but their speed and lethality were terrifying.
“We’ll fight our way out,” Alavin and Cedrick exchanged glances and spoke in unison. They led the way, their swords’ energy soaring, their blades’ presence overwhelming. They picked up pace, charging into the wolf pack with a clear cry.
“Protect yourselves,” Aymee and Eyla followed closely, guarding Mariela and the others.
“By the gods, yes!” The apprentices of Cobalt Strike cheered, filled with excitement. With the wolves drawn to Alavin, their location would surely be secure.
“They’re signing their own death warrants.” Adirich watched Alavin flee, chanting inwardly for death to claim him quickly.
“Fall of Eternity!” Alavin unleashed a sky-full of sword’s energy, sharp and bone-chilling, fiercely charging and swirling into a torrent that swept through the wolf pack.
Cedrick, with blades in both hands, danced through the fray, instantly releasing thirty-six streaks of light that wove into a deadly curtain of blades, shattering the earth and charging at the wolves.
The wolves howled furiously, throwing themselves one after another into battle, their thousands forming a collective assault like white lightning ravaging the field, filling everyone’s vision. Each white wolf moved with astonishing speed and destructive force. Their violent impacts nearly shattered their energy shields and churned their blood and breath.
Eyla and Aymee stood their ground, while Mariela and the others continuously cast dazzling Combat Magic, striking at the wolves. The eight of them joined forces, with Combat Magic crisscrossing and killing intent surging, nearly turning into a colossal meat grinder, and forcefully piercing through the wolf pack. Snowflakes filled the sky, and remnants flew, a sight too ghastly to bear. Their frenzy incensed the wolves, whose howls rose and fell in waves, gathering in dense masses from afar.
“Kill them!” Adirich and the others watched eagerly, wishing the wolves would overwhelm them there and then.
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