"Holy Cross Shield!" Lancet yelled, his voice cutting through the shrieks of endless Demons.
He sunk his sword into the earth. Instantly, a giant, blazing golden cross manifested in the air directly in front of him. The top tip of the cross stretched overhead and bent backward behind him, while the horizontal sides stretched down to flank his boots.
In a flash of light, golden force fields filled the open spaces, locking together to create an impenetrable, glowing dome of holy protection.
Lancet remembered the Skill from when Astensia used it against the Orc Shamans and he'd mastered it in training.
In front of him, countless Demons—crawlers, humanoids, massive insectoids—creeped and clawed their way out of the freshly torn earth and the billowing thick miasma.
They charged forward like a starving tidal wave, but Lancet remained still inside his dome. The golden shield burnt any Demonic flesh that touched it.
