Allen and his companions saw the situation turn around, and their morale soared. Allen gripped the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with absolute determination, and he shouted, "Now's our chance, charge!" He took the lead and rushed toward the chaotic Mysterious Organization.
His companions responded in kind. The warriors raised their shields, advancing like an unbreakable wall of bronze and iron, while the archers in the back continuously loosed sharp arrows. Every single arrow landed precisely among the members of the Mysterious Organization, eliciting screams of agony.
That mysterious mage did not stop. Chanting incantations, the light on his Wand grew increasingly dazzling. He waved his Wand toward the sky, and instantly dark clouds gathered overhead, followed by bolts of lightning cleaving down like silver snakes, striking precisely those members of the Mysterious Organization who were attempting to reorganize their formation.
Chapter 380