Chapter 77: Victory

But the moment that pressure hits him, his spell fizzles. His heart pounds erratically.

His breath catches in his throat.

"W-What…?"

The soldiers don't even realize what they are doing.

They are not strong enough to manifest the Finger of the Death God skill yet. But their combined focus, their singular intent to kill, is enough to project its presence.

They feel it.

Something vast. Something watching.

The adventurers on the ladders hesitate.

The mage stumbles backward.

The defenders… grin.

They lunge forward, cutting down the enemies, knocking ladders over, sending adventurers to their deaths.

The mage, shaking, tries to cast again.

But now—

A soldier drops from the wall above.

He lands behind him, sword already swinging.

The mage barely registers the attack before his head is severed from his shoulders.

His body drops.

The battle rages on, but the tide is turning.