As the Fallen Mage turned to ash, all sound seemed to drain from the battlefield.
The tens of thousands of Fallen Ones who had charged without fear of death now looked like dolls with their power cut. The crazed scarlet light faded from their eyes, replaced by boundless confusion and emptiness.
They stopped charging and wandered in confused circles. They had lost their target and, with it, their purpose.
The strange sight left people in two places equally stunned.
One was the Dragon Soaring Dynasty Guild's position.
"The guild leader just one-shot that boss?"
A young mage still held his casting pose. His mouth hung wide enough to fit an egg, and his voice trembled.
That had been the commander hidden among an army of thousands!
Hundreds of meters away!
Killed in one strike!
"Gulp..."
Blood War Eight Wastelands, their lead Berserker, swallowed hard.
"Holy shit!"
The curse burst out of him, his voice cracking with excitement!
"The guild leader is insane!!"
His roar struck like thunder, jolting every dazed guild member awake!
"Holy shit! He really one-shot it!"
"That damage! What the hell was that damage?! One slash went through the entire battlefield?!"
"Did our Main God give the guild leader a cheat?"
"What are you standing around for? The guild leader took out the boss for us! You saving these little mobs for New Year?!"
"Charge! For the guild leader!"
Fighting spirit fiercer than ever exploded in the hearts of every Dragon Soaring Dynasty member!
Before, they had fought out of obedience and discipline. Now, they fought for their god!
"Kill them!!!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands charged first. His massive axe whipped up a bloody gale as he plunged among the Fallen Ones like a tiger into a flock of sheep, hacking several bewildered enemies to pulp in