Before they could make their move, a streak of blinding white light zipped past Scylla, cutting through the thick mist like a lightning bolt. It slammed into the horde of Furies with a deafening explosion, the ground shaking violently beneath their feet. Screeches of pain filled the air as dozens of the beasts were instantly obliterated, their remains scattering like ash on the wind.
The team instinctively shielded their faces from the shockwave, the sheer force of the blast whipping their hair and attires.
Scylla blinked in surprise, lowering her blades slightly. “What… was that?” she muttered, scanning the battlefield as the dust began to settle.
Her eyes darted back to the group, quickly counting heads. That’s when she froze. “Wait… where’s Remiel?” she asked, her tone sharp with con
