"We must quickly control the situation, or this battle will become completely unmanageable!"
Hill tightly gripped the bloodstained longsword, his brows filled with determination. He fought valiantly against the turncoat soldiers but had to constantly monitor the changes in the battle.
"David, we need support! The situation is more severe than anticipated!"
At that moment, a dazzling starlight shot forth from afar—it was Cynthia, adorned in a radiant starry magic robe, like the most blazing, brilliant point in the night sky. Each step she took stirred a ripple of starlight, creating waves of hope in the silent space.
She swiftly joined the center of the battlefield, raising her arms to the sky, with brilliant runes swirling overhead.
A large barrier, woven from pure star energy and interlaced with radiant gold and blue light, suddenly formed, isolating the contaminated crowd while blocking the pervasive wave of cognitive corruption.
