Wayne made a comment, squinting, and dispersed thought interference.
In the ears of the wolves and scarecrows arose inescapable whispers. Under the influence of this voice, the mutated pale flesh couldn't maintain stability. It collapsed and melted into froth, and Harrington killed them all with one shot each, sending chills to their hearts.
Harrington was quite exhausted. After the grand battle, he gasped like a dog. Seeing Wayne and Mona still there, he approached with a furrowed brow, "You two, I just heard you say you came from the Papal State. Do you have any proof?"
Wayne patted his backside, and Mona's eyes glinted with a golden light.
"That only proves you are Golden Mages..."
Harrington shook his head slightly, restraining himself out of respect for Golden Mages and stopped mid-sentence.