The strike team, filled with adrenaline, charged toward the remaining enemies.

The tide of the battle had already shifted toward the Northern forces, and now the greatest threat—the priests—had been eliminated. Victory was all but certain.

Gatros, his eyes bloodshot with rage, could do nothing but watch.

Ereneth had taken a defensive stance, actively stalling for time instead of fighting offensively.

“You wretched woman! How dare you!”

BOOM!

Gatros desperately sought to turn the situation around. His plan had been to hold Ereneth off while the other priests made their moves.

Instead, the exact opposite had happened.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!