"Swoosh!"
"Puchi, puchi, puchi!"
Before anyone could react, the white-haired young man moved with incredible speed—his spear slicing through the air with deadly intention.
In an instant, the archers who had been holding the hostages at bay dropped to the ground, lifeless.
The stunned commoners, along with the surviving guards and drivers, stared in disbelief for a moment... then their eyes lit up with hope.
Now's their chance!
Fueled by hope and confidence, they stood forward, weapons raised, attacking the remaining bandits with whatever strength they had left.
"Bastard!"
"Kill him!"
The trio of mage bandits howled in rage and fear, launching their magical attacks.
Blades of howling wind and sharp earth spikes tore through the air, aimed straight at Raizel body.
A terrifying combination of elemental fury.
But Raizel only smiled seeing this.
As the spells approached, the moment they crossed a fifteen meters radius from him, their strongest magic dissipated.
