Julia took care of the remaining people. With a loud and powerful roar, her aura shook the entire area.
Duchess Emma stood atop the southern wall of Vancouver City and looked ahead
Her cape fluttered behind her due to the chaotic winds created by the clash of shockwaves with the city barrier.
Each time a blast of corrupted mana or a twisted divine spell threatened to hit the city, she reacted with frightening precision. She struck them down mid-air with her magic or she erected barriers that cracked but never shattered.
Below her, the battlefield was chaos. Screams of pain, clashing metal, and the groaning of the dying all mixed together into a horrifying symphony. The once-green plain was now soaked red. The scent of blood was thick and heavy in the air.
Priests from the Church of Light rushed in. They cast holy spells one after another to calm and heal those who had gone mad.
