Remote Specter
Editor: Atlas Studios
The dark underground maze was as dangerous and arduous as ever.
A dozen magical missiles flew across the air, critically bombarding the Golem Puppets in dazzling radiance. Their twisted metal body creaked before crumpling to the ground lifelessly. At this moment, the young lady put her hand down, letting out a sigh of relief. The group of apprentices around her slumped to the ground.
"Is everyone alright?"
Adella asked, turning to her schoolmates. On the other hand, a brown-haired young lady with a ponytail shook her head.
"Everyone is exhausted, Adella."