"What are you all standing for?! Go attack him together! It's just a single enemy!" shouted one of the leading figures of the Dark Fate, his voice cracking under both rage and fear.
At once, the members who had managed to remain conscious after their earlier transformation shock scrambled to their feet.
Hands glowed, staves hummed, and voices chanted as spells began to take form.
Yet in the midst of all the chaos, Coolbird remained nonchalant.
His posture was casual, even relaxed, though the air around him pulsed with raw fire mana. His sharp, hawk-like eyes never left Aurelus. He knew exactly who the real threat was.
As long as I break this one, their crazy group should fail in their plan.
Fwoooom!
The flames on his Divine Rapier roared suddenly, brighter and hotter than before. Aurelus noticed, his lips curling into a cold smirk.
Without hesitation, he too flared his power and unleashed a fiery wave slash that cut through the air like a burning crescent.
