The penthouse of the Sovereign Bank instantly transformed into a localized warzone.
The ten assassins of the Evil Demons guild were highly optimized for burst damage and evasion.
They possessed passive skills that blurred their physical rendering, making them look like shifting shadows as they crossed the luxurious living room.
They expected a quick and brutal execution. They expected the Healer to cower and the Vanguard to fall to their coordinated strikes.
They fundamentally misunderstood the entity they were fighting.
"Holy Chains!" Aria commanded, her voice ringing with the absolute authority of a Prime Healer.
Thick and glowing chains of pink gold mana erupted from the hardwood floor.
They did not aim for the assassins' chests, they whipped in wide sweeping arcs, aggressively locking onto the spatial coordinates the rogues were attempting to phase into.
