The thunderous crash of collapsing mountains seemed to still echo in his ears. High in the sky, Benjamin watched the fleeing streaks of blood-red light, drew a deep breath, and without hesitation pulled out another vial of Magic Potion shimmering with a lustrous glow and drained it in one gulp.
In an instant, a clear, cool energy surged into his Spirit Sea, sweeping away all fatigue and depletion. His already meager mental power returned to its peak once more.
The Blood Angel now looked far more bedraggled than at the start.
His crimson armor bore many charred marks where Energy Bullets had shattered it. Though they healed quickly under the effects of divine power, the unceasing drain on that power and the steadily accumulating injuries left his face dark as still water.
He furiously swung the longsword in his hand, every strike dragging a blood-red trail that tore through the air as he tried to break free from Benjamin's overwhelming barrage of Energy Bullets.
On the far side of a distant mountain peak, a group of figures hid cautiously behind jagged rocks, using spells and telescopes to observe this battlefield that looked as though the end of the world had descended.
They were two elegantly dressed Native mages with energy spilling from their bodies, along with four or five warriors clad in fine armor. Around them stood more than a dozen experts from the Orcs, Dwarves, Elves, and other intelligent races.
They were a scouting party sent by the Eloria Plane Coalition to investigate the unusual disturbances in this region.
"My heavens, what kind of power is that?!" An Elven Archmage could not stop himself from crying out, his voice trembling with disbelief. "They have been fighting at high intensity for nearly three Yao-hours. Why has that wizard's offensive not