Erend had intended to drag the fight out and pull information from the silver-tattooed cultist bit by bit. But that plan vanished the moment he felt the pulse from the temple that feels like a scream from the world itself. Whatever was inside, it was starting to break. But somehow, something still able to hold it back.
But they were out of time. He can't wait anymore longer.
He clenched his jaw. Eccar had mentioned adventurers were inside, doing their part. It must be them who had prevented thaat thing to break free. Erend respected that. But he also knew the truth that this wasn't a battle mortals were meant to survive. He and Eccar had to end this now.
The silver-tattooed cultist called Varzek, that was the name Erend had caught earlier, howled in rage, his sword shimmering with venomous green Magic as he slashed at Erend again and again with wild and furious attack.
