William was already unconscious, his friends and guild masters were either dead, wounded, or scattered to collect things from the dead. Seeing all this made them feel terrible, feel great rage, one that made them release their spirit power uncontrollably like this.
There were ten thousand of them here, almost one-fourth of the entire city's strongest spirit master count. They appeared on top of the hills, coldly looking at the dark masters down below, feeling more disgust and hatred towards them.
"Attack!" Sloth shouted it first, and then everyone followed. They didn't need to say anything else, didn't need to ask about what happened to make things reach such a dire situation.
When they got Lara's distressful call, it was just when William was entrapped in the middle of the enemies. He was safe and sound, and many things changed since then.
