"Time to show him the power of real magic!" Benjamin yelled, grinning behind his monitor…
But they weren't alone. The Wraiths of the Forgotten; faceless, shadow-clad horrors spawned around them, encircling the group in an instant.
"Damn," Jonathan muttered, his voice filled with grim resolve as he whipped out his glades, spinning into a frenzy. "Looks like we've got company".
With that, the battlefield exploded into action.
Aria and Jonathan took the vanguard this time, darting and striking against the Wraiths. Genevieve channeled healing auras while battling against the pull of the mental debuff.
The Wraiths didn't stand a chance against their onslaught, but each time one fell, another rose from the shadows, summoned by the Herald's bell tolls.
Noah locked eyes with the Herald, the final phase of this part of the dungeon had begun. With a sharp command, he led the charge toward the figure, his battle lance crackling with aetheric energy.
