The holy mana that had boosted Hiro and Mia's squad surged outward like an unstoppable tide. It raced across the broken lands, weaving through corpses, craters, shattered barricades, and fallen pillars that marked the final defensive line. The light washed over the exhausted human forces like a breath of divine relief.
For Kaileon, Nock, and Seraphine—who had been pinned beneath waves of devil elites for hours—it was salvation.
Kaileon felt it immediately.
His sword hummed, lightning crackling along its edge like a sleeping beast awakened by the scent of battle. Holy mana wrapped around his muscles, numbing the ache in his shoulders and healing the pulsing bruises that had been slowing him down.
He inhaled sharply and swung.
A sweeping arc of lightning-infused mana tore across the battlefield, cleaving through devil armor like wet paper. Sparks exploded as his blade clashed against a devil general's halberd.
The creature snarled and lunged.
