Blake stared at the ceaseless rain of light pouring down on their enemies, feeling momentarily dazed.
A wave of nostalgia hits him, causing a flood of memories to drown his mind.
This wasn't the first time he had seen this scene. Mary wasn't the first Magic Archer he knew that could cast this spell. In fact, the one he knew could do this spell better than her and they did it on their first try.
Not that this person was a genius though, it's because this spell was their last resort to keep everyone safe.
Having said that, this situation is almost no different from what he had in the memories of his past life — the fifth one to be more specific. It was also one of the most painful memories he had.
Back then, he was a Hero too. He had a loyal team of soldiers whom he shared his deep ties with. They were a unit, Blake raised them to become the ultimate protectors of Humanity.
