Lines of green light and a misty white haze with a few gold- lamé sparkles hung in the air within the circumference of Eliza's magic circle.
It was a wondrous sight, like a scene taken directly out of a fantasy story. One that lasted for a little no more than ten seconds.
And when it faded, nearly two thousand adventurers, soldiers, knights and mages, had expressions of surprise adorn their faces as their swords, spears, bows, axes, staves and catalysts were all enveloped in a thin layer of green light that made them deal twice as much damage to the undead monsters.
Even the high-ranked undead and Dullahans who could heal themselves with darkness and death magic found that they were unable to do so after being hit by these green aura-clad weapons.
"I only have six charges left for today, huh?"
