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A deafening roar ripped through the battlefield. The flames from within Leon’s body surged and multiplied, swelling into a pillar of fire that blazed several times larger than before.
The enormous burst of Icarus Wing even engulfed allies in its radius, but the effect was cunningly precise. Not only did it distinguish perfectly between friend and foe, but it also cleansed allies of poison and restored their morale, while at the same time, stripping the undead of their very immortality.
Unwittingly, Leon’s flight path carved through scores of undead, collapsing them in heaps and buying the raid team a much-needed breath of relief.
“Forward!” Varg bellowed the order with a thunderous roar.
As a Wind Aura Master, he was adept at sensing the flow of battle. Water Aura wielders had similar skills, but they tended to read narrowly and deeply rather than broadly. Very few could sense that pivotal instant when the tide of battle shifted—just as it was now.
“Warriors! Follow behind Leon the Heir! It’s time to strike down the leader of these leeches!”
It was a decision born from pure instinct. Varg didn’t even know how strong this necromancer truly was, but he had chosen the only right course of action.
The raid force was formidable, yet against the undead, a war of attrition still meant inevitable loss. Unless purged with Holy Power, the dead would rise again and again. The longer the fight dragged on, the fewer soldiers they had and the weaker they became. In the end, defeat...
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