The Gongwang of Hispenril leapt to the highest vantage point, inflating his rib cage with a deep breath.
Then, pulling both fists back at shoulder level, he hurled them forward like cannon blasts.
“Sparrow Hunt!“
Boom!
Twin streams of Aura erupted diagonally into the night sky, cutting through the darkness.
“…!”
“Kyaaaak!”
A total of five shadowy avian monsters were caught in that Aura onslaught. Two that took a direct hit dissolved on the spot, while three half-destroyed silhouettes plunged downward, flailing. People on the ground finished them off, and the demons crumbled into ash.
“Wooaah!”
“As expected of His Grace!”
“Long live the Gongwang!”
The knights cheered and chanted his name, their morale shooting up.
“I’ll handle the stragglers, Father!”
“Got it, Eltea!”
Eltea—at the high end of Expert level—joined in, launching javelin-like spikes of Aura into the sky to…
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