As the last body crumpled to the ground, Jolthar's piercing gaze swept over the battlefield. He could see the next wave of enemies advancing—a group of red-robed men, their movements calculated and purposeful. Their auras varied, from Tier 5 to Tier 8, and they moved in tight groups, wary of Jolthar's capabilities.
He exhaled slowly, his breath fogging in the cold air.
The Chaosbane vibrated in his hand, as if eager for more blood. Jolthar tightened his grip, the crimson glint in his eyes matching the blade's malevolent aura.
"They just don't learn," he muttered, stepping forward into the fray.
Johamma came forward, standing beside him. "I didn't think you would have found the sword."
"The book you told me about helped me find it," Jolthar replied. He wasn't going to hide from her.
"Be careful with those mages," she said, then moved forward.
