The terrified Arcanist had found his courage.
He looked like a human playing a game of fetch, except with Demons and a dead Legendary Knight.
Presently, his eyes were squeezed shut and his hands were clasped. He read the currents of the room, turning his mind into a living radar for dark mana.
"Two more! Dropping from the chandelier, straight down!" Lewis screamed, pointing upward without opening his eyes.
Mercius bent his knees and thrust the Paragon Blade vertically above his head.
The descending Nightwraiths impaled themselves directly onto the glowing holy steel.
Their shrieks of agony were instantaneous and deafening as the blue and gold energy surged upward, turning them into twin pyres of blinding light before they crumbled into ash, dusting the Knight's broad shoulders.
"Three circling the right flank! They're trying to pass through the bookshelves!" Lewis called out.
