Alastor broke through the countless monsters.

    Some monsters he saw are familiar, others he has not fought and only read them in the books.

    He slashes and wounds every enemy his sword reached. His sword was carved deep into the flesh of a beninghol.

    Spree Walkers came with its usual eerie way of movement. Alastor knew well how to counter these monsters, but he’s not going to act recklessly.

    Alastor leaped forward, swung his sword, and cut the enemy before it could even react. He bounced back and cast a wall that blocked the other Spree Walker.

    The spikes from the Spree Walker vambraces erected the moment it laid his eyes to Alastor. The flailing movements shifted into a constant sprint. It leaped to Alastor and swung its vambrace down.

    Instead of blocking, Alastor made slipped and turn around on its flank, plunging his blade on its back.

    He heard it take its last, jagged breath.

    Alastor undid the barrier and threw his sword that pierce its head. Along with that, he was able to well-timed block a Nightinhawk.

    Alastor reclaimed his sword and zoomed away from the monsters.

    On his way, he helped some tribunal hunters cornered and in peril.

    They were thankful, but he’s in an impasse. Caroline should his first priority.

    Alastor wasn’t doubting the tribunal hunters. He saw very well how they well work despite the pressure.

    It would complete an understatement to say that they’re not capable as the glade mercenaries, but the number of monsters is overwhelming them.

    A question was raised in Alastor’s. This attack was all too sudden. To say that monsters had gathered and came up with this attack would come up with numerous questions, such as their intellect.

    Given that their movements and how less he observed their communication already alludes that the improvement of their intellect as invalid. And if it terms to evolution, well, that is something that is obviously barred seeing their primitive forms.

    But this is not the time to spiral about it.

    Alastor hurled forward, cutting and pushing them away.

    As Alastor blocked an attack, another enemy came from his flank. His left hand inserted on his armpit and conjured a transcendent wall, completely hindering the attack from its momentum.

    It wasn’t all there is.

    A horde suddenly appeared from the sky. The Bird-Gecko-like monster, Epistis, carried the monsters, beninghols, spree walkers, skeleton monsters, and others more.

    Alastor’s grin completely wiped off from his face as he watched them one by one surrounded him. He took a deep breath.

    “Yeah, we are not doing this,” Alastor said.

    Alastor swung his forearms and push over the two enemies away. After then, Alastor swings his hands like a dealer from a casino, distributing cards one at a time to the players, except, these players are monsters and he’s not handing them out cards.

    In a matter of seconds, dozens of chantless transcendent walls appeared and killed most of the monsters either by splatting them on one to another or got caught by the blast of magics that was conjured by the tribunal hunters.

    Alastor dashed sharply in a cold sweat, panting heavily, feeling his heart pounding hard beneath his clothes. He groaned and let his body get used to the tension against the cold west wind, while his stiff joints rebelled against the uncomfortable rocky path.

    The fight is not over but the tribunal hunters prove to be valiant in combat.

    Alastor had witnessed their unorthodox way of fighting. They spelled countless spells that he has not seen any normal human can perform. Some of the spells he saw came from the monsters he knew.

    Alastor''s interest is at its peak, but rather than joining them he chose to go the other way. In the entrance, a dozen monsters appeared to be slaughtered and more to come, and judging the body counts, the tribunal hunters successfully secured the temple.

    Currently, the battle was focused on the graveyard below the temple.

    Dashing, Alastor didn’t notice the transparent wall blocking the path, thereafter, he bounced back. His back crashed against the cold ground.

    Alastor groaned.

    “What the fuck?” He profanes before gathering the strength to stand.

    Glancing up with tired eyes, he saw the two warlocks behind the spell. The two wore a leather hood.

    Alastor pulled himself uneasily to his feet. The transparent wall made a wobbly movement until it became still.

    “What is this?” Alastor repeated.

    The two tribunal hunters look at each other, unsure if they should disclose the information to him. At some point, they argued and could be heard bickering at each other.

    It wasn’t long enough before they reached their stalemate and decided to take the blame on someone, at least that’s what Alastor had assumed.

    “We were ordered by our captain to secure the temple and under no circumstances we will let anyone come inside.” The feminine voice came to the one who stepped forward.

    “Look, I only came here to look for my friend. I just want to make sure if she’s safe.” Alastor hastily replied.

    “Who?”

    “A girl, blonde, about my age, and she looks dumbass.”

    Alastor didn’t fail to notice someone peered from the room at the end of the corridor of what seems to be the main hall of the temple. It was the young gal who Caroline had met the first night they came into the temple.

    Alastor shakes his head and turned his attention to them. “There is no need for austerity here. I just need to make sure that she’s not hurt and protected.”

    The other hooded man steps forward just in between the transparent wall.

    “Even if we wanted to, we can’t just drop the veil. This magic came from an elder titan that took us many weeks to copy and acquire this magic. We can only use this magic for a short span of numbers. It would be a waste if we just undo it.”

    Alastor scratched his head and sighed.

    “Damn it.” He swore under his breath.

    “I assure you nothing can penetrate this magic. It would take hell to breakthrough. So, while you out there, how about you lend them a hand, and maybe everything will over quick.” The young man replied.

    “She’s fine.”

    The young gal appeared from lurking over the shadows. The two hunters gave her a stinging glare. She was supposed to be hiding inside instead of peering on the battlefield.

    Despite the glares, she willingly put up an act of courage and talk her way out.

    “You’re looking for Caroline, right? She’s inside, she’s helping to tend the wounds of the hunters. If you like I can call her to come.”

    “Don’t bother.” Alastor promptly replied. He continued. “As long she’s safe.”

    As he turned back, Alastor caught a sincere and warm smile.

    Alastor played with his sword. The mixed stale stench of blood, smoke, and the moss from the holy ground filled his nostrils.

    Alastor glanced down at the battlefield as he slowly descends from the stepping stones.

    “This is going to be a long fucking day.”

    Alastor muttered and darted around.. He finally decided which prey is going to go down and he leaped with steady hands.