"H-how could this..."
The color drained from Allen's face in an instant. His arrogance vanished, leaving only boundless terror.
Mike and Rod's legs went weak with fright as well, their earlier disdain giving way to utter despair.
The three of them were only between Level 22 and 25. They might have managed one or two Necromancers at their own level, but against a group that vastly outnumbered them...
"We're done for..."
Allen collapsed onto the cold mud, his gaze vacant.
The other two boys and the three girls also crumpled to the ground, trembling, without even the strength to run.
Yet just as the Necromancers began raising their bone staves, eerie blue mana gathering at their tips as they prepared to attack-
A figure took a firm step forward, placing herself between the six fallen students and the Necromancers.
It was Victoria.
There was not a trace of fear in her gray-blue eyes, only calm concentration and... a faint glimmer of excitement.
After the far more dangerous battles she had fought on the Dungeon's Second Floor, these Necromancers seemed less threatening to her than an ambush by a few Shadowstalkers.
"Sylvia, give me a blessing! Catherine, use Wind Blade to disrupt the slowest casters on the left flank!"
Victoria rattled off her orders.
"Right!"
Though Sylvia was still pale, she raised her hand almost reflexively at Victoria's command, and a gentle yet powerful holy light descended upon Victoria.
At the same time, she swept her other hand outward, detonating several [Flash Spell] casts among the Necromancers. They could not blind them, but the intense pulses of holy power clearly disrupted their gathering mana.
Catherine reacted immediately as well. Though she inwardly grumbled, I'm not your subordinate, her hands never stopped moving. Several precise Wind Blades whistled toward the staff-bearing arms