It was the red path that allowed him to stand above countless awakeners who could only swing weapons and cast ordinary spells.
Hiyah! Hiyah!
The Slave Trade Guild members roared and charged forward toward the circling undead beasts.
They might be scared, but with their Young Lord giving the command, they had no choice but to fight.
Screech! Screech!
The undead Greater Dune Scorpions charged forward fearlessly, baring their fangs.
What was fear?
What was death?
It meant nothing.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The final battle had finally begun. Screams and shouts filled the air. While the human awakeners were going all out, releasing their ace attacks.
This was not the battle to hold back.
Spells roared in the air.
The sound of shields and weapons slamming into the carapaces of the undead Greater Dune Scorpions echoed in the air.
Fireballs exploded.
Wind blades tore through sand.
Arrows shot forward like rain.
Sword lights flashed repeatedly under the three bloody moons.
