Evangeline had no idea what was happening. In all the chaos, the entire party had been doing their best—but out of nowhere, the sea of shades doubled in number. It was almost as if the abominable wraiths had become more aggressive than before.
She felt a murderous intent so thick it nearly suffocated her.
All she could do was brace herself, preparing to go all out.
Her skill—Purge—flared to life as she readied to destroy as many of them as she could.
But to her surprise, the murderous intent wasn't aimed at her… or anyone in her party.
No. The shades dove downward—towards the water—with claws bared, every movement screaming with a savage desire to rip through anything in their path.
Leona stumbled, lethargic from how low her mana had gotten.
"Xander, look out..." Her voice was barely audible over the din of battle echoing through the slanted wreckage.
