The three wizards from the Tower of Order transformed into streams of light, disappearing into the depths of the lead-gray sea of clouds, carrying with them an overwhelming sense of humiliation and hatred. The suffocating oppressive force finally dissipated completely.
Lynch let out a long breath, his taut nerves slowly relaxing, and only then did he feel the sharp pain from his various wounds and the intense weakness brought on by the excessive consumption of spiritual power. He sheathed Ifrid's Sword, and the triple domain brilliance circulating around him gradually faded.
He adjusted his breath, drove his somewhat sluggish body, and flew towards Abbas and the other two. Messiah silently followed by his side, his holy aura reined in, yet still maintaining vigilance. The Destruction Automaton faithfully guarded the rear.
