Chapter 428
She barely had time to scream before the abyss swallowed her whole.
"Burn the waters!" one of the harpies screeched.
A group of them raised their hands, wings trembling with exertion as they wove together flames. One harpy hurled the first ember into the spreading pools of darkness.
For a brief second—nothing. Then followed by the sound similar to when something is lit aflame.
The battlefield erupted in spectral fire, gold and blue, clashing against the storm’s oppressive darkness. The creeping waters boiled and recoiled, writhing like living shadows before slithering back into the Zealots themselves.
The creatures howled in agony, their forms twisting as the spectral flames devoured them. These were no ordinary fires—their essence burned differently, searing not just flesh but something deeper.
Seizing the moment, the harpies attacked with renewed vigor.
A harpy clad in crackling light surged forward, his talons wreathed in arcs of thunder. In a single swift motion, he carved through two Zealots before they could even react. Another harpy, her body half-obscured in a shifting veil of mist, vanished and reappeared unpredictably, slicing through enemies with razor-sharp wind blades.
Despite losing their aerial advantage, the harpies adapted. A chain lightning spell they unleashed not only shocked the Zealots but also disrupted their ability to retreat into the otherworld.
The harpies spread their lightning like roots, snaking across the battlefield, locking the Zealots in place with surging currents. The immobilized enemies became easy targets, and the harpies struck them down without hesitation. But just like on Ikem’s side, they were outnumbered. The strain was beginning to show.
And then, as with Ikem’s battle, one Zealot stood apart.