A few minutes before.

Nicolle Azalia

Clang Rip Clang!

Healing spells covered our bodies while our weapons met his spear.

He is using every skill he has, including the one that is a Lv. 40 and that is a terror.

The tip of the spear crackled in lightning. It inflicts incredible damage whenever it cuts through armor, not only burning us but also stunning us.

If the two of us weren't fighting him together, we would have died already.

Another attack came, mirages and speed that looked blurry, even with Clear Eyes, which I strengthened with aura. As I did, I pushed the aura into my injuries.

My eyes also tracked his spear, because if we didn't defend, then we would have to avoid it and be prepared.

If cut, then push the aura and power of the artifact against it immediately to limit the damage and stunning effect, which could kill us.

He just needs a single chance to finish us off.

Even with two of us fighting, it has been an intense struggle against him.

I harnessed more power from the saber, with its glittering fire. Not only covering the blade, but wisps of it are covering my body as well.

I am harnessing more power than I did last time. If I had harnessed this much before, I would have died, consumed by its power.

This artifact's power has put me under immense strain, damaging my body and spirit, though not as severely as before. The previous incident had helped me understand my artifact better. I could now harness more power and use it more efficiently.

There is also the aura and emotion essence.

Still, there will be consequences, but it is not something I can afford to think about right now. The only thing I need to think about is the enemy.

We have to keep him here until it's time, and for that, we need to be stronger, faster.

Thomlin is doing the same as I am, harnessing more power from the artifact to contend against the enemy. That is hellbent on killing us.

Minutes passed, and he increased the power of his attacks until he seemed to have reached the limit.

He is a terror, but slowly, despite injuries piling up on our bodies. We are getting used to it, defending it better, and fewer cuts are appearing on our bodies.

It is not just that we are harnessing more power from the artifact and digging deeper into ourselves for more aura, but also because we are improving.

Our teamwork is getting better by the minute, and so are our attacks.

He may be at a higher level than we are, with his powerful class and skills, but we have our advantages as well. Even when we are injured in this state, it wouldn't be easy for him to kill us.

Time passed, and we continued fighting. Making more and more improvements.

Till we begin to fight him at a standstill.

Clang!

"Fucking ants!" he cursed and flashed behind Thomlin and attacked him with his crackling spear, but I stopped the attack before Thomlin moved to defend another one as I took a step back.

We are coordinating flawlessly; our teamwork has become so good that we are aware of each other's breath without even looking at each other.

Another minute passed, and he was only able to make a single cut on Thomlin.

I know it is making him angry, but it didn't please us much either. We know very well that we are still fighting because we are pushing every moment.

Unlike us, there is not a single cut on his body.

He has the advantage, as we wouldn't be able to push ourselves continuously. Eventually, we will reach a limit beyond which we cannot go any further.

I just hope we can last until then, because there is no one else who can handle him.

Minutes passed, and our battle had come to a standstill. In the past two and a half minutes, he wasn't able to make even a single cut on our bodies.

"You must have reached near your limits. How long could you continue?" he asked, grinning angrily.

"We can continue, as long as you can!" replied Thomlin, defending against his attack.

It made him angry, and he opened his mouth, but he was about to speak. When irritation appeared in his eyes, he looked at us angrily.

"I will deal with you both after I help deal with Silver!" he barked, before moving.

Seeing that, our hearts skipped a beat. Our job is to keep him here, but now he is moving toward Lord Silver. That's not what we want.

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We followed behind him, but understood very quickly. We wouldn't be able to catch him.

A moment had passed when, suddenly, a lance of light and lightning appeared in front of him.

Grade IV spell? No fusion spell.

I have never seen a fusion spell, but they are definitely fusion spells. It's said they had the ability to jump a level.

It's likely true, seeing how he stopped immediately, before tearing through the lance with his spear, before moving again.

He had just taken another step when two more lances appeared, and he dealt with them. However, by that time, we had appeared behind him and wasted no time using this opportunity.

Clang Rip!

He turned quickly and defended against my attack, but Thomlin was able to avoid his spear and cut his shoulder.

It's the first injury we had given him. It's small, but it made the bald man intensely angry.

"Bastards!" he cursed, and we prepared for his attack, but to our surprise, he didn't. Instead, he moved forward, but just as he did, three lightning lances struck.

Rip Rip!

He defended against the three, but we attacked again, both of us, but my attack left a deep burned line across his back.

"I will kill you!" he seethed and turned to us for an attack.

…

Solivos Yark

'I will come after, I finished these bastards!' I replied to Necromancer Wraithhearth as I turned back to the ants with a strong attack.

They have dared to injure me, and they will pay for it with their lives.

Wraithheath is calling me insistently, but I wanted to finish these bastards first, but they were like cockroaches. That, even after using all my strength and every skill I have, including my level. 40 skill, I am unable to kill them.

So, I decided to heed Wraithhearth's call, but was immediately attacked by those fusion spells.

I had been warned about it, but they haven't attacked me until now.

I had only experienced them once, and these felt more powerful than the ones I had seen on the island. So much, I took the bastards' attack instead of those lances.

"I will kill you!" I roared and attacked them.

I am angry, earlier. I was able to hold my rage, but not anymore. I will exterminate these ants before I go to help Wraithhearth.

He still had Silver trapped in his spell. He is calling for my help, but he won't need it. The spell is powerful enough that even I have no confidence against it.

I attacked the ants while keeping an eye out for more lances.

Clang Clang!

The ants defended the attacks, but I attacked more, and they defended once more. I am giving everything I have, but despite that, these ants are guarding against them.

They shouldn't be able to, even with the artifacts.

I am not a common Lv. 40. I had a powerful class as powerful as average Lv. 40, even before reaching that level. After reaching it, my class had become even stronger.

Also, I have my skills. I had complete confidence to kill them within seconds, but minutes passed, and I still haven't succeeded.

Despite painting them bloody. They are still fighting.

A minute passed, and they were still defending. I wasn't even able to land an attack.

'If I had an artifact, I would have finished these bastards long ago!' I cursed, looking at their artifacts enviously.

Not all Lv. 40 gets an artifact in the kingdom. One needs to do a notable deed to get one. I just need to kill these two, and I will get the artifact.

Wraithhearth had even promised me the one I want as long as I kill these two.

'He broke out!'

I was moving in for another attack when the shocked voice of Wraithhearth rang out in my mind.

This is astounding! That spell is powerful; even Knight Liorian might not be able to break through it, but here, Wraithhearth is saying Silver did it.

'Liorian, Yark. Leave everything and come to me,' ordered Wraithhearth in a voice demanding absolute obedience.

I gritted my teeth and turned. I don't want to, but I have to follow the order.

I took the steps toward it, and immediately the lance materialized like before. 'These bastards want to keep me here,' I thought as I tore through the lance.

Rip!

I just did it when I felt the attack on my leg. I moved on time, but I still couldn't dodge it entirely.

'Commander, give me a minute,' I said to Wraithhearth. He will be angry, but I need to finish these two or I won't be able to leave with those lances attacking me.

I expected the reply, but nothing came even after a second.

It gave me a bad feeling, and I was about to ask him if something had happened when a subtle, but powerful feeling washed over me.

It surprised me, and I wondered what was happening, until, to my shock, I felt the speed and power of my attacks being diminished.

'Witchcraft!'

A shocked voice filled with fear rang out in my mind. As I heard it, my mind let out a shudder.

I have seen witchcraft and its terror in the battle on the island. It's not something I want to face without our specialists.

I hope he has a way to deal with it, or we might suffer more damage. I hope we don't, because the punishment for what happened earlier is going to be severe already.

'Can you deal with it?' I asked Wraithheath, but there was no reply. I asked again, but nothing. I kept asking while attacking the ants, but no answer came.

Clang Rip Rip!

The ants defended against my attack, and for the first time, they were able to land a hit on me while facing me directly, and they did it again a moment later.

'Knight Liorian, what is happeni…' I was asking the Knight when I sensed it.

For a second, there was an absolute silence.

"Retreat!"

That command rang out from Knight Liorian, which confirmed it. Knight Liorian could only take command when Necromancer Wraithhearth was dead.

It shocked me. I didn't dare to believe it. This definitely is powerful witchcraft.

There is no way Silver could kill Wraithhearth. Even Knight Liorian and I together couldn't have killed him; there is no way that bastard Silver would be able to!

'Wraithhearth is dead.' Knight Liorian confirmed.

I opened my mouth to ask further when I felt the link between us weakening, and it became so faint that we couldn't even communicate.

"You ant, this is not over!" I said to them and moved to retreat.

I don't want to retreat, but I am getting an awful feeling, and I'm kind of relieved that we are retreating.

I had just moved a couple of steps when I saw a crippled bastard appearing in front of me. He shouldn't have before, but the Witchcraft had weakened me.

"You're right, it is not," replied the cripple and attacked me.

Clang Rip!

I defended the attack, but immediately felt a fiery blade cutting across my waist. I was aware of the attack and attempted to dodge, but I couldn't.

"You!" I said, but didn't attack, and pushed aura into my speed skills to run as fast as I could.

Despite my rage, I am not going to make the same mistake as last time. I need to run away; last time, there was only a skill to save me.

Unlike last time, there is no skill, and with Wraithhearth's death, he will not be able to heal me from my injuries.

I took several steps back when I felt my Dangersense flaring, and I turned immediately and saw a large arc of glittering fire coming at me.

It's fast, I would have dodged earlier, but I couldn't now. I have to defend against it.

I moved my spear, coating it with as much aura as I could, before swinging toward it.

Rip!

My spear cut through it. Seeing it, I felt relieved, but that very moment, my danger sense flared like never before in both directions.

I swung my spear, but saw cripple dodging it, before appearing in front of me.

I retreat while moving my sphere defensively to defend against the coming attack, when I felt the fire from the left.

Rip!

I saw the bitch with the flaming saber to my left and felt the heat at my waist, only to see it was entering it, with that glittering fire burning through me.

That's when the cripples' sword reached my neck, and I tried to avoid it, but the fire seemed to hold me down.

Pachack!

I opened my mouth to surrender when I felt the blade enter my neck, and strangely, I felt it cutting through me.

Unwillingly, a scream escaped from me, but the blade didn't stop. I felt my head separating from my body, before the eternal darkness began to envelope me.

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