A massive hammer made of ice suddenly descended from above, crushing the last Naga on the bridge into a bloody pulp.
Then, the princess, who stood on the air above, exhaled a thin breath of frost to steady herself. She was so exhausted, and her mana had long been depleted.
Right now, she was using her essence core to sustain herself, but even that was being drained at an alarming rate.
Luckily, all she needed to do right now was to keep the hope of the cadets alive and she would be able to replenish her essence.
It took her a few seconds of labored breathing to find her center, and when she felt her vision clear, she turned to observe the bridge. Then a frown marred her expression as she took in the scale of the carnage.
Only four hundred or so cadets remained, and every single one of them looked exhausted, standing on the verge of collapse.
