"It's over."
The old mage in the crowd of onlookers spoke outright.
The people of Velitas were always known for their advanced judgments and wise foresight.
At this moment, Oserweil forced two opponents back with a single sword strike.
Although his blond hair was soaked with sweat, and his face was pale, looking terrible,
he had a mocking smile on his face.
"It's over, filth,"
he sneered.
Just then, the wind picked up around them.
The Holy Light drifting in the air was drawn out, converging towards Oserweil in unison.
His heart beat violently, pumping the golden blood, mixed with Holy Light, to every part of his body, slowly coating his frame in a sacred golden hue!
At this instant, three skeletons moved simultaneously!
Demon-breaking Arrows and Bone-Chopping Knives struck at once, while the two daggers, Withering and Rebirth, also aimed directly at their opponent's back.
"Naïve!"
It was clearly too late.
