CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY
My broken arm is bleeding from where it was sliced and Cerberus is whining, pressing himself into my side. I don’t know where he suddenly came from but it seems that Caleb’s appearance has something to do with him.
But none of that matters to me right now.
Caleb is single handedly holding off all the attacks of the elves.
His staff is creating a barrier which keeps growing. And as it extends, it covers the ground, pushing out the elves as if it’s a solid wall but retaining the demons. Our fighters seem to have realized this and they’re rushing towards the barrier, with the elves following close.
Caleb isn’t breaking a sweat.
He then moves his other hand and I see a small circle opening in the center of the battlefield. For a moment, I don’t really understand what’s happening till I see a few of the elves being sucked in.
Fera looks amazed, “Did he just create a portal out of nowhere? Who is he?”