"Ah... ah..."
At this moment, the battle is nearing its end.
The battlefield before them is a scene of chaos, with the young swordsman lying lifelessly on the ground, completely dead. On the other side, the female martial artist screams as she resists the creatures' final assault. Not far away, the priestess of the Goddess tightly guards the female magician, whose condition is unknown, unsure of what to do.
The creatures have encircled them completely, leaving only a dead end... They emit ugly laughter, closing in on their prey.
"No, don't come any closer..."
Gripping the silver staff tightly in her hands, the priestess of the Goddess quietly prays to her deity... Yet, there's no response.
Just at this moment, a bright red firelight suddenly shot across her vision.
It was like a meteor cutting through the darkness.
