All members of Roaring Tigers and Fighting Lambs were hit by Scar's spell. The moment the black mist cleared, every single one of them was blinking at the enormous HP reduction and the flashing red letters of the Cursed status hovering over their screens.
Their Thief disintegrated instantly. Leonel followed next, his HP drained to zero before he could even curse. The battlefield was chaos—health bars blinking, alarms ringing, and the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs.
The remaining members fumbled for their potions, desperate to restore what little life they had left. But Gerald and Hidey weren't going to give them the chance.
"Die!" Gerald roared, his sword flashing toward Roxy's neck.
He'd been itching for this moment—the payback he'd promised himself after she dared to block him earlier. His blade sang through the air, sharp and hungry.
