The strike team, filled with adrenaline, charged toward the remaining enemies.
The tide of the battle had already shifted toward the Northern forces, and now the greatest threatâthe priestsâhad been eliminated. Victory was all but certain.
Gatros, his eyes bloodshot with rage, could do nothing but watch.
Ereneth had taken a defensive stance, actively stalling for time instead of fighting offensively.
âYou wretched woman! How dare you!â
BOOM!
Gatros desperately sought to turn the situation around. His plan had been to hold Ereneth off while the other priests made their moves.
âArgh... Guardian of the World Tree! Are you saying you refuse to fight me to the end?â
âThatâs right,â Ereneth replied plainly.
Her objective was the eradication of the Salvation Order. To achieve that, this battle needed to be won.
A personal duel meant nothing to herâit held no value or emotional significance.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOM!
The two clashed evenly, their abilities matched.
For Gatros to hold his own against the strongest in the Northern forces, Ereneth, was a testament to his immense power.
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