Chapter 295
The air thickened with tension as the War Church priests surged forward like a crimson tide, weapons raised, eyes blazing with holy fury.
"Don’t let them escape!" roared the towering priest at the front—High Priest Gregor, known across the borderlands as the Iron Judgment. His hammer glowed with an ember-red aura as he slammed it into the ground.
BOOM!
The earth shook beneath their feet, chunks of stone flying as dust erupted in clouds. A lesser person would have stumbled—but Kael and Ariana had already launched into motion.
Kael leapt onto a broken pillar and used it to spring up and over the first wave of charging priests. In midair, he twisted, landed behind them, and swept one’s leg with a sharp kick. The burly man crashed into another like a falling tree, taking two out in a single breath.
Ariana darted under a swinging axe, rolled across the marble tiles, and vaulted over a ceremonial altar, scattering offerings. She didn’t miss a step—her movements fluid, precise, like a ghost weaving through fire.
"Left flank," Kael called out.
"Covering," Ariana responded instantly.
Kael sprinted toward a narrow archway, but two priests blocked it. One lunged with a spiked gauntlet, the other with a hook-blade meant for battlefield grapples.
Kael ducked, palm slamming into the first’s stomach sending him sprawling into the wall.
He twisted to catch the second’s hook with his own arm, redirected it with a pivot, and then launched a short uppercut that knocked the man flat.
Behind him, Ariana leapt up the edge of a shattered statue base and kicked off the wall to reach a high walkway above the courtyard. From there, she tossed a rope down.