Rising god

Rakel Voss was a master magician, meaning he wasn’t as skilled as a melee fighter.

Brock and his sixth-star comrade, their armor fused to flesh, absorbed Rakel’s golden spells with their armored bodies that shrugged off the searing mana, and because of that sacrifice, Brock was already upon him.

Bang! Brock’s fist slammed into Rakel’s chest, bones cracking as he flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth. The man ran to him, raining their fists on him as Rakel tried to protect his body.

"Aaaahh!" Brock roared, pummeling Rakel with relentless fists, each strike a thunderclap, caving ribs, bruising flesh purple. Rakel gasped, choking on blood, his vision blurring.

"Take that one," Brock barked to his comrade, advancing on Rakel.

The second sixth-star didn’t hesitate and charged Baines, who faced another foe under his Withering Rain. The black droplets burned through armor and skin, melting flesh to bone with a sizzling Pshtch. The man screamed, his body dissolving, muscles peeling away in bloody strips.

However, he still charged at Baines. If he couldn’t kill him, they would both go down.

’Flashburst’ Baines also pushed with his aura with a sonic boost and caught the charging man by his neck. Before he could struggle his way out, the withering rain showered over him. The rain intensified, searing the man’s face, his eyes bubbling as decay ate through his skull, leaving a charred, writhing husk.

He left the man, as his senses picked up another person running towards him.

"Watch out!" Gilbert shouted as another Brotherhood warrior lunged.

Baines’ full mana surged, the air tinged with mana as a magic circle blanketed the room.

"Fog of Corruption," he intoned, and a black wave, tinged with Ashenfall’s decay, engulfed the man.