Seeing the three Supernatural swordsmen finally charging with their bodies cloaked in thick burning Mana that shimmered like molten glass, the Crimson Vale Hunters tensed.
Dense, oppressive, and deadly pressure rolled in like a wave before a storm.
"They are not weak," Larsen said with steady and sharp voice. "Don't hold back. Use everything you've got. Melee, intercept. Magic users keep your eyes on the two Summoner Casters at the back. Do not let them intervene."
"Yes, sir!" the Hunters responded with firm and resolute voices.
Without hesitation, three melee specialists surged forward as the first wave to meet the oncoming threat.
The halberd-wielder, a broad-shouldered man with pale green headband tied tight across his brow, went first. His name was Korran. His halberd gleamed with heavy enchantments and the edges was laced in burning runes that flared whenever he moved.
