Lillian's soul remained fetal, her aura weak with vulnerability and weakness as her defences were left null. As she continued to reel from the unbearable pain, enemy mages began to circle her - surrounding her with bloodthirsty looks in their eyes.
Raising his mace, a thug roared ragefully:
"You bastard, this is your end!"
He charged towards Lillian, his mace above his head. But the moment he reached a metre away from Lillian—
BAM!
—He was sent sprawling back, his face bursting with blood as his skull dented inwards.
He fell on his back, dead.
Lillian got up to her feet, shaking but steadfast. Her gaze was as cold and sharp as a steel blade. She raised her gauntlets, one dripping with fresh crimson blood, as she prepared herself.
Her eyes glowed with unbreakable determination.
Martial State.
Seeing this, all the enemy mages took a hostile step forward, their eyes glowing with rage.
They roared and rushed towards her in swarms; thus, a fight ensued.
