The injured sorcerer knelt inside his trembling barrier while the green glow of the sky washed over the battlefield like poisonous moonlight. His body shook with exhaustion and pain, yet the moment he saw the figure descending from the clouds his fear melted away and twisted into wild joy.
He pushed himself up on trembling legs and pointed toward the Moonshade vampires outside the barrier.
"You are all dead!" he shouted, his voice cracking with excitement. "Do you hear me? Every single one of you is dead!"
His laughter echoed across the battlefield.
The vampires stared at him coldly, though many of them could feel the crushing weight of the newcomer's mana pressing against their chests like a heavy stone.
The injured sorcerer wiped the blood from his lips and raised his head proudly toward the floating figure above.
