"Attack."
First, they came out like cold flames, until their forms expanded from the depths of his wide gauntlet. Thirty streaks of brilliant, azure blue beings, expanding and unfurling like ragged storm clouds.
Percival's Demon Summons: the Nightwraiths were here.
This time, they were not the Gate World's green children of despair. They had been overwritten, corrupted by the King of Death, and now they burned with the chilling, blue color of his Necromancer Class.
The blue Wraiths shrieks were loud enough to drown out the Vampire Bats' and even the sound of the grinding gears.
They were like furious flies as they slammed directly into the diving swarm of the green Vampire Bats.
It was an absolute massacre of opposing energies.
The brilliant tactical advantage of the Demon Summons immediately became very clear.
As the physical Bats dove to rip the Skeletons off the walls, the translucent Wraiths simply phased through the climbing bone-warriors.
