The air around the Emerald territory trembled with corrupted energy.
Demons poured from ruptures in the sky like dripping ink. Hundreds—then thousands—clawed their way out, snarling as they surged toward the walls of Duke Emerald's residence. Among the swirling chaos, one figure stood firmly in the courtyard, wind spiraling around him like a divine cyclone.
Lumiel Ark raised his hand.
A circle of teal light bloomed beneath his feet.
"Divine Wind—Hallowing Spiral."
A vortex of pure wind exploded outward, slicing through the first wave of demons and scattering their ashes into the air. His long platinum hair whipped around him like flowing silk, eyes glowing with a holy calmness.
He had fully recovered—just in time.
But the demon horde did not stop. More shadows lunged from the forest's edge, snarling and shrieking.
Lumiel exhaled softly.
"I will hold until reinforcements arrive…"
He didn't know how soon they would come.
He didn't know they were already on the way.
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