âArghhhh!â
Basilude screamed in agony as his leg snapped under Ghislainâs blow, sending him crumpling to the ground.
Julien, who had been ready to sever the dark mageâs neck, hesitated and stopped his blade just short of Basiludeâs throat.
Drip.
A thin red line formed on Basiludeâs neck, a single drop of blood tracing its path. He gasped for air, terror evident in his wide eyes. Somehow, his life had been spared.
Ghislain, resting his staff atop Basiludeâs head, spoke calmly.
âIt looks like this is over.â
From the relentless barrage of spells at a distance to the wild swings of his staff up close, Ghislainâs methods were unlike anything Basilude had ever encountered. No mage fought like thisâit was a realm beyond his comprehension.
Ghislain smirked. âFirst, get rid of the undead.â
âA-alright,â Basilude replied quickly.
At this point, less than half of his undead army remained. Deneb, Kyle, and the knights of Nodehill had fought fiercely, cutting them down relentlessly. Without Basiludeâs direct support, the undead were no match for the trained soldiers.
With a mental command, Basilude ordered the remaining undead to collapse. The lifeless bodies slumped to the ground, inert until he re-infused them with mana.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
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