While the chaos inside the Camelot Castle raged on, Emery was also facing a tense situation.
They were at least a mile away, but Emery would usually be able to use [Spatial Gate] to instantly transport himself back. However, he still had to face the witch who turned into a massive, quivering flesh monster. More importantly, Morgana was lying helpless on the ground.
Another matter to deal with was the man in robes, who was most definitely a Nephilim Magus.
"Please, look after Morgana!" Emery said, as he once again prepared himself to fight against the flesh monster in front of him.
He opened his palm, shadows nearby took the form of wispy mists before gathering together in front of him. Several sharp, crescent blades floated, ready to strike at any moment. The blades were bigger and sharper than before, making a loud whizzing noise as they moved.
[Enfeeble Blades]
He pointed at the flesh monster.
Swish! Swish!
