A blonde soldier had assumed the command after the Captain was killed and led the attack with the rest, holding his sharp Sword firmly in his hands. Even though he was also scared of suffering the same fate as the Captain, he was still attempting to kill the enemies, praying that he wasn't going to be cut in halves.
His courage inspired even more soldiers who followed him.
Lia finally made a move of herself as she took a step forward toward the soldiers. Her staff had come to life. A powerful aura shrouded her.
Even though Azekiel wasn't looking at the battlefield, he could also feel that aura.
The blonde soldier who was now leading the team of nineteen abruptly stopped. His face went blank for some reason as he gazed in the eyes of the Witch of the Famine in a daze.
The soldier turned back, flashing his Sword. The soldiers that were following him saw the Sword coming toward him. The attack... It was too late for them to avoid it.