Chapter 72: Blood Legion
"Goodness gracious, Noah. You have nearly caused a mass grave because of your recklessness."
The voice came from a beautiful woman who descended like a beam of starlight, her figure elegant and composed even as she tore through the ranks of Hollows like paper. She held a long, silver staff that pulsed with radiant green energy. Wherever she passed, injured Hunters and civilians found relief. Cuts sealed. Burns faded. Broken bones snapped into place. Her presence was a balm in the midst of destruction.
Her face glowed with a serene, almost saint-like gentleness. Yet her eyes carried sharpness. Authority. She wasn’t someone who could be ignored.
"Haha... well said, Aurora. My buddy here needs to learn some self-control."
Another figure arrived. A broad-shouldered man streaked through the battlefield like a meteor, his glowing spear carving a golden arc in the air before it impaled a rampaging Hollow clean through the skull.
The spear flickered with a holy flame, disintegrating the creature as the man landed with a loud thud, cracking the pavement beneath his boots. His voice was deep, rugged, and calm like a seasoned war veteran.
Behind him came three more figures. Each radiated overwhelming presence, their steps alone enough to make the ground quiver.
A woman in obsidian armor who seemed to glide across the rubble like shadow and wind. A Silver haired young adult who floated without a word, his back adorned with five floating tomes emitting blinding runes. And a red-haired brute carrying a massive axe, twice his size, laughing wildly as he smashed into the enemies.
Together, they stood in formation—calm, absolute, invincible.
A united front of raw force and legendary presence.
Watching them arrive, Lugh—still hovering midair with a smug grin—chuckled and crossed his arms.
"I’m at least not as late as you lazy heads."