It was devastating. In ten seconds, the corruption spell killed two hundred forty-three soldiers and wounded nearly four hundred more.
The human advance halted immediately as soldiers scrambled to retreat from the corrupted area, as priests rushed forward with healing magic, as commanders shouted orders trying to restore organization.
From his elevated position, Commander Elric watched two hundred forty-three soldiers die to coordinated corruption magic.
He turned to Gatty.
"The corruption specialists have revealed themselves. They're positioned somewhere three hundred yards behind Third Line—that's where the spell originated. Find them. Kill them."
Gattychan's blessed sword flared with holy light, his divine presence intensifying.
"Finally. It's time." He looked at his three companion heroes. "Seraphelle, Mikazelle, Rindelle—let's go."
"Where are they exactly?" Mikazelle asked, her spatial perception scanning the battlefield.
