The three C-rank elites and their griffins never stood a chance. The moment the searing breath engulfed them, two of the griffins disintegrated mid-air, their divine hides no match for the concentrated wrath of a beast born of flame and ancient magic.
The knights upon them screamed as their enchanted armor melted like wax, their radiant weapons clattering uselessly to the scorched earth below. The third knight managed to raise a shimmering holy barrier, but even that cracked and shattered within seconds, leaving him tumbling to the ground in a plume of fire.
The entire group was severely injured and disoriented, which provided Damon the perfect opportunity to rake up some high-level kills. He silently appeared behind the first C-rank powerhouse and used a crimson lance to strike the guy while he was still down from the wyrm's attack.
