The adventurers on the wall could only watch in stunned silence.
Thousands of glowing figures moved through the beast tide like reapers of light. Every raised hand sent beams of energy tearing through the corrupted monsters. Wolves dissolved. Giant insects crumbled into dust. The twisted humanoid creatures screamed before vanishing into nothing.
The battlefield had transformed into something beyond their understanding.
One moment a single level two adventurer had jumped off the wall like a madman.
The next moment an army of radiant warriors was slaughtering the beast tide single-handedly.
A middle-aged adventurer with a scar across his face gripped the edge of the wall tightly.
"Those wings," he muttered. "I've seen records of this before in old texts."
Another adventurer turned toward him. "What do you mean?"
