Raising his right hand to his shoulder level, Alan prepared to unleash a spell powerful enough to decimate any army that stood in its way.
"The flames from hell descend upon those who stand in my way…” Fire Affinity “Rain of Scorching Flame," Alan said, cutting off the incantation for the advanced spell midway.
As Alan’s incantation completed, a huge circular magic crest materialized in the air.The crest, composed of purely destructive mana, radiated a brilliant orange hue, its surface adorned with arcane symbols of bright yellow. It expanded vast enough to engulf over a thousand goblins in its inescapable grasp and it's brilliant light illuminated the dark battleground as if it was morning again.
Panic ran down the ranks of the goblins. They froze, looking up with their dark green bead-like eyes. Some trembled with fear, while others began to try and run away. But before they could do anything else, the spell changed—evolving further into something more sinister. The empty space within the crest began to distort, the air cracking with heat as a dense blood-red membrane started to fill the inner area. The spell was now complete. It wasn't at full power due to the incomplete chant, but it was enough to cause panic in the goblin army.
The blood-red pulsating membrane gave birth to massive fireballs, each as large as a hobgoblin. They rained down upon the army, leaving massive destruction wherever they hit.
"It's my first time seeing Alan cast such a high-level spell," Bella said as she looked up at the raining fire with widened eyes. "It surely must've taken a lot out of him."
"He's probably at his 40% mana capacity now," Ais replied. Not like it would limit him, though, she said to herself as she glanced in Alan’s direction with a smile. "Prepare to engage!" she shouted the next moment, causing all the adventurers surrounding her to draw their weapons. She looked back, noticing the expressions of hesitation and fear on her team's faces. Not like I could blame them for being terrified. They lack battle experience, especially against such an unfair number disadvantage, she thought to herself.
Adrian's gaze was fixed on Alan’s spell, he watched as the fireballs rained over the goblins. His eyes burned with admiration as he turned towards Alan. "That's incredible!" he exclaimed.
I mean, considering it took more than half of my mana, it was meant to be incredible, Alan thought to himself as he looked in Adrian’s direction. "Adrian," he called out, catching the young mage off guard.
"Yes?" Adrian replied quickly.
"Make sure to provide assistance to Rose," Alan said. He turned his gaze towards Rose as he shifted his sword back into his right hand. "We should get moving," he added.
"Sure," Rose replied with a nod.
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With that, Alan and Rose dashed towards the goblin army at a quick pace. The spell worked wonders in causing panic and destruction. Most of the goblins caught in the spell met their deaths, while those who survived by running to the front or the back bumped into each other, causing distraction. A brief distraction in the formation was enough time for the adventurers to strike. The last wave of fireballs falling from the sky was finally over. Alan glanced to his right, noticing Ais and Blake's team closing in on the goblins as well.
We can't afford to waste any time, he thought to himself. He glanced to his left, noticing Rose, who was matching his speed with little to no effort. "Can you go any faster?" he asked her.
"I can. I’m still not at my top speed," Rose replied with a nod.
She's faster than me, then, Alan noted to himself.
"Take the girl on the left," he instructed Rose, pointing at a girl who was being dragged by a hobgoblin, before turning to the right, his eyes locking onto a disoriented goblin commander who held a boy by his hair.
The goblin, noticing Alan's approach, snarled and raised his massive sword, aiming to behead the boy.
Formless caster Fire affinity "Fireball," Alan said. A small sphere of flame ignited at the tip of his sword, expanding rapidly in the next instant. The fire spread evenly across the blade, enveloping it in a searing glow. Without hesitation, Alan withdrew his sword and slashed toward the goblin commander. Due to the ability of the Formless Caster that his sword was enchanted with, Alan was able to morph the fireball into a slash of fire that approached the goblin commander at incredible speed.
The goblin commander instinctively threw the boy to the side. Freeing his left hand, he caught his sword with both hands, stopping the fiery arc that came his way.
Alan took this moment to dash toward the boy. Two hobgoblins came in front of the boy as they saw his approach, as if knowing the boy was a toy for their leader, but before they could react, the first goblin on the right was beheaded by Alan’s sword’s first strike, while the second one was simply kicked by Alan’s right foot. The sound of bone breaking was heard, blood sprawling from the goblin’s face.
Alan caught the boy’s hand, finally noticing the numerous wounds inflicted on his body—the numerous minor stab wounds on his face, his hands, his legs, and everywhere else. His clothes were tattered, probably by the goblins, and his eyes began to tear up.
"A…" He tried to speak, but the only thing that left his mouth was warm air.
Alan turned his attention to his left, noticing the goblin commander preparing to strike him with his sword. Alan brought up his own sword in an attempt to block the attack. The clash between Alan's sword and the goblin commander’s sent sparks flying, the goblin commander’s face showing visible frustration as he was unable to overpower a mere human.
Alan glanced at the boy, whose eyes were fixed downward. I need to get him to safety first, Alan thought. "Fire Bolt," he mumbled, pointing his free left hand toward the goblin commander’s torso.
A tiny spark flickered at his palm, and in the next moment, a condensed mass of flame formed in his hand. The blazing projectile, though smaller than the fireballs Alan had rained from the sky previously the spell contained just as much fire within it. It flew towards the goblin commander, piercing his torso completely and passing through, blasting several hobgoblins who stood behind him. The goblin commander was brought to his knees by the attack, and without wasting any time, Alan struck the monster’s head off its body without a moment of hesitation.
The hobgoblins present in the surroundings began to close in as they saw their leader’s death.
Alan turned to the boy, clenching his hand in his and pulling him up to his feet. To his surprise, the boy fell forward. Alan crouched down, taking hold of him to stop the fall. I need to stop them, Alan thought as he mumbled, "Wall of Fire."
Large flames erupted from the ground, forming a barrier between Alan and the goblins.
"You are safe now," Alan said as he stood next to the boy and looked him in the eyes. "Will you be able to walk?" Alan questioned.
"Could you please kill me…?"
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