Roars erupted from the center of the flames.
The Undead, who were conjuring Fireballs, were overturned by the surging blast, and even with their sensory touch adjusted below ten, the oppressive force, strong enough to penetrate Armor, still caused hearts to tremble and actions to stiffen.
Lind had once again withstood the opponent's full attack, and the only thing he could do in the face of the onslaught was to forcibly withstand it with his body.
His body was forced back again, but after this roar, Leon's attacks became even more frenzied and savage, lacking any rhythm, only a wild charge forward.
Knocked back again, Lind's shoulder armor was pulverized, his plate armor, dragon hide, and chain mail shattered layer by layer.
He retreated across the entire Main City hall, landing outside the rusty great iron door, his feet like spears stabbing into the unusually smooth stone steps.
Thump, thump!
