Casters needed time to prepare large-scale spells. Dick had known that ever since he met the mage Young Lady. Back then, she had needed time to chant even for a two-person Teleportation spell. The Starsurge Naralex was preparing now counted as one of a Balance Druid's ultimate moves, so taking several minutes to gather energy was hardly unusual.
The King of Flame clearly noticed the Archdruid's actions. He raised the Firelord's hammer in his right hand and smashed it through the air. As lava and flames resonated, a fire dragon dripping searing magma flew out of the lava beside the Firelord, baring its fangs and claws as it hurtled toward Naralex and Dick beside him.
But the ferocious-looking fire dragon had barely risen before a black streak diving from the sky sliced it in half. Wisps of lightning coiled around the storm eagle's wings. At his tremendous flying speed, his steel-like wings and metallic talons were his finest weapons!
Omulon's support was always that reliable. Dick did not even look back at the fire dragon. He was busy fighting at least four Molten Giants at once, and he had considerable faith in the Archdruids.
Every one of them had his own fighting style. For Omulon, who came from the Druids of the Talon, support and disruption were ways of fighting etched into his soul. He was like eyes and weapons hovering above everyone's heads. Wherever he was needed, he would appear.
Fighting alongside a comrade like that, the Paladin barely needed to worry about enemies behind him.
The rain of fiery meteors filling the sky struck the Holy Light Shield Dick had spread open, pattering like rain on broad banana leaves. The Paladin felt like a rock in the middle of a river, letting the current batter him. The battle