Chapter 232 Esther Again

• The mountain could only watch as its minions fell one after another, their black ichor painting the ground. Noah’s wings cut through the air like a living shield, Ragmus’ tails shattered bones with every strike, and Ramsay’s blade moved so fast it blurred, severing Syrics’ heads as if they were made of paper.
• Redrick’s sword crushed skulls, Camelia’s twin swords cut through heads like a butcher, and Ryn, Lilia, Kinsley, Benjamin, Mike, Hawk, and Kylie fought back-to-back, leaving no opening. Overhead, Tracy’s golden arrow wove in and out of the swarm, drilling through Syrics’ skulls before looping back for another strike.
• Whatever Esther had done to them, it was working. Their movements were sharper, faster, stronger—too much for the Syrics to handle. The mountain felt its control slipping. Rage trembled through the cavern walls.