Conan struggled to raise the knight's spear in his hand, the sizable flare of the spearhead blossoming into a dazzling halo. Only now did he realize, despite having devoted considerable effort to Light Magic, just how much he needed help in the face of these undead creatures—and he was far from the only knight harboring this thought. Although Mejernov had been persistently casting supportive spells to help the knights recover their strength and sustain their Holy Light Spells, the endless stream of skeletons and zombies still left them feeling stretched thin.