As the flames soared, the shadows surged in kind. Black ropes returned to the shadows, followed by the beast army's shadows shattering like knife blades cutting through. In an instant, the pungent smell of blood spread, the bodies of the beasts fragmented like shadows, their whole forms sliced into chunks, and the craving beast army's force collapsed instantly.
Rakael swallowed nervously, hearing the old knight beside him speak, his tone as steady as when discussing official matters, elegant and calm.
"Have you contacted everyone?"
"No success, the enemy executed pinpoint strikes, seems they don't want my wax figures to move."
