Lightning suddenly surged through the corridors, and in a blinding flash of blue, a thunderous crackle echoed in all directions.
The first to notice this abrupt change was naturally Lisa, who was situated right beside the armory gates. The moment she heard the sound of the doors creaking, her heart was filled with joy and relief.
Just when she had thought that she'd be unable to guard the gates any longer, fortune finally smiled upon her and her friends.
The doors creaked, and she saw a figure wreathed in lightning shoot out from within. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already moved all the way to the other side of the corridor.
And then…
Thunder!
A chain of lightning crackled over the undead horde. The magic was cast with unnerving precision, ensuring that the power of lightning only streaked through the rotten figures of the undead creatures, and not any of the young Magi.
