Those blades couldn't withstand the intense heat, though. After fighting for a minute, they had to retreat, and wouldn't enter the moving barrier again until a minute later.
But the Wendigos really weren't afraid of anything.
"Monsters," Jilian muttered from midair.
"Well, looks like you're the leader we're after." A cheerful woman's voice suddenly rang out from above.
The demonic cavalry beside Jilian, along with the savage demons he'd been so proud of, had all been tied up—or were being slaughtered one-sidedly.
Now, there was truly no one left by his side.
"What? When did you get above me?" Jilian shouted, looking toward the source of the voice. It was a woman—a silver-haired woman.
She wore gorgeous, elegant clothes, the sort favored by Hero Units like Saintesses, Paladins, and Holy Maidens.
In her hand was a distinctly unusual magic sword, its blade glowing purple.
Beneath her feet was a standard-issue sword from the Northern Border, which she was standing on.
A Saintess?
She didn't look like one.
Chastity had blonde hair, though hers was a pale platinum shade. Diligence was blonde too, but with deep yellow hair. Generosity had fiery red hair, Humility had black hair, Gentleness had ocean-blue hair, Temperance had white hair, and Tolerance had pink hair.
The woman across from him had silver hair.
"If you can last a minute against me, then maybe I'll explain." Leticia didn't bother with further pleasantries. She used the sword beneath her feet as a springboard and shot toward him.
As she charged, she swung her sword and sent out several spells.
In a single second, more than thirty gleaming blades of light, shaped like angel feathers, shot toward Jilian. He tried to resist with a Magic shield, but the first strike startled him.
He immediately began dodging.
"That holy power...