Last Stand
At the moment, there were more than thirty dark elf magus surrounding Emery from all directions. Most of them were at the Crescent Moon stage, with just a few who had reached the Half Moon stage.
Even though it was a known fact that elven magus was more powerful compared to their human counterparts, the wolf they were facing right now was far from a normal human magus.
"Kill him!" The grand magus shouted, watching intently as his men rushed toward the single half-blood magus.
The first dark elf who arrived the fastest, the greediest amongst them, became the perfect example for the others behind him. Instead of gaining the reward he had hoped for, he was shocked to find the surrounded prey moving faster than expected.
He could only watch in shock as his body was torn apart by the dark energy claws from shoulder to hip. Three deep cuts that instantly made him scream from the intense pain.
One was taken care of, two dozens more to follow.