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164 [Altora] Fathie’s Eastern Front

At the same time, near Fathie.

Once again, a swirl of magic stirred the outskirts of the town, now cloaked in night.

「Thou art the great river that halts all journeys !」

The unleashed water spell became a torrent, sweeping away the advancing horde of monsters. Even those that continued to resist were held at bay by Eria, who stood her ground with her staff raised high.

「Ghh…!」

「Altora, we’ll hold them off for a few beats! Catch your breath, at least!」

Behind Eria and Gordon stood Altora, his entire body drenched in blood—so much so that it was no longer possible to tell which wounds were his and which blood belonged to the monsters. Though he could no longer feel pain, the damage to his body was accumulating. His hands trembled slightly, dark shadows pooled beneath his eyes, likely a side effect of continuously overdosing on Verdant Decay.

「Damn it… shouldn’t have skipped sword