With a single strike, the skeletal mage, hidden beneath its dusty dark robe, shattered into pieces. The powder left from its decayed bones spilled beneath the robe and scattered across the ground.
A gray cloud rose around the destroyed corpse, and the wind dragged part of the ash across the battlefield. Between the cracks in the ground, blackened bone fragments could be seen slowly crumbling apart.
After that, Marco looked at the colossus with palpable fury. He tightened his grip on the sword and executed that same rapid movement again, but when he swung a horizontal slash toward the beast's neck, his blade bounced off the heavy armor.
The impact produced a metallic sound that echoed through the nearby ruined buildings.
At the same time, the skeletal archers hidden between the alleys drew their arrows and aimed toward the sky. The spearmen and swordsmen prepared to charge at him.
