Everyone immediately felt their lifeforce incessantly draining away. Although it wasn't as grandiose as a typical offensive magic, there was an indescribable terror and a sense of utter despair.
People were thrown into disarray, instinctively seeking to dodge.
Fortunately, Mograine led a group of Paladins and arrived just in time.
Seeing this scene, they hastened to employ the Holy Light.
"Holy Light, protect your people!"
Group Blessing Technique!
Beams of Holy Light descended from the sky, neutralizing and dispersing the scent of death that filled the air. Dozens of Holy Light beams joined to form a colossal dome covering the people, also neutralizing the magic damage of the Death Withering.
But it was merely enough to hold off the assault. Though the Holy Light counters the Power of Death, in the face of absolute power, the Holy Light they conjured seemed so petty.
"We must interrupt his spellcasting!"
"Lord Mograine?"
