Without the Nightwell energy supplied by the Arcway, the two advisors' power had been greatly diminished.
But Melandrus and Vandros did not care. On the contrary, they felt considerably relieved.
All this time, Elisande had monopolized the Nightwell, using its absolute power as a weapon and a means of controlling the Noble Group. Now that the Nightwell had been destroyed, how much chance did she have of winning?
Melandrus gripped his sword with both hands, holding its hilt against the right side of his chest. He gathered his strength and sprinted forward, his body becoming a purple blur as he charged toward Elisande.
Since the Spellblade profession had first emerged in Suramar, Melandrus had become the strongest Spellblade to fuse Nightwell energy with his body.
Arcane Empowerment had raised both his speed and strength to their peak.
Not only that, before training as a Spellblade, Melandrus had been an accomplished Archmage. Thus, beneath his superb swordsmanship lurked traces of Arcane Magic.
His blade surged forward as arcane shadows flashed. In the blink of an eye, a blade of light wrapped in fierce winds and cutting arcane energy had closed in on Elisande's neck.
Elisande's gaze remained resolute, and she cast without the slightest hesitation.
Once these traitors attacked, Elisande regarded them as no different from demons.
A spherical shield of arcane light sprang up, its blue orb enclosing Melandrus with precision.
The elemental particles inside the arcane orb altered Melandrus's personal flow of time.
His movements, seemingly as swift as light, became unbearably slow within the arcane slowing sphere.
When Advisor Vandros saw that the Grand Archmage could still wield the power of time, his expression changed in alarm. His certainty of victory plummeted.
But begging for mercy was useless now. Vandros knew Elisande. Although she let her emotions influence