As everyone charged at Arad at blinding speed, he didn't even move a single muscle, standing there in the middle, towering over them like a titan. The paladin he had just smacked tried to shout at them, but not a single breath came out of her crushed lungs.
All forty paladins went all out, and not a single one of them dared conserve their energy; they didn't even care about hitting each other and just came up with their strongest attacks. The nuns were the same; they, who were taking on the role of healers, had even summoned divine light to burn Arad down.
Even Akasha was panicking, lifting both of her hands up as fast as she could to cast her elemental expansion before it was too late. Ginger was the only one lagging behind, and not because she was slow, but because she didn't know why everyone was panicking like this. This is supposed to be a fragment of Arad's blood, a mere tiny part of his power that might even lack his cognitive power.
