Anthony's gaze lingered on the vacant space where the Hyperion demon's body had once been, now utterly erased from existence.
In their battle, they had traversed kilometers from his previous position, far from where his teammates remained.
With a single thought, his form vanished, reappearing beside Dale, who cradled the unconscious Reynold in his arms, desperately calling out to nearby healers for aid.
Dale's head snapped to the side the moment he sensed Anthony's presence.
"Captain, heal Reynold, he's losing too much blood"
He urged, his voice tight with urgency as he gently lowered Reynold onto the ground.
Anthony gave a curt nod, already intent on mending the Phoenix's wounds even before the vampire's request.
His eyes then drifted toward Seraphim and Kingsley, who remained on the frontlines, holding back the relentless tide of demons and abominations.
'Those spirits have truly enhanced her beauty and allure'
Anthony mused silently as his eyes lingered on Seraphim.
