Whoosh!
A new attack is coming!
Eliel stepped forward, raising a defensive barrier.
Colin suppressed his reluctance, released his embrace, and turned to support Eliel.
Indeed, they had reached the brink of despair.
Even he could not help but feel a sense of hopelessness.
But even so, even when there seemed to be no hope, it was not yet time to give up!
The battle continued.
Although under the influence of the gray mist, the strength of Colin and Eliel was somewhat diminished.
But with only the Lord of the Gloom as a Divine, they could not yet be defeated.
To Colin's surprise, despite the situation.
Wizards continued to flock to the scene, even if they couldn't use witchcraft, they still came.
Like moths to a flame, fearlessly charging at the Divine!
Regrettably, as time passed, the situation inevitably worsened.
"Pfft!" Eliel spat out a mouthful of blood, falling to the ground.
