'We can't hold on like this...'
At the rear, the injured Commander Joel frowned, his face filled with a pained expression as he watched the Guards ahead.
"Bishop Fletcher, please, you must act!"
Fletcher nodded, his expression grim. "I can only cast this Magic twice at most, but given the situation, it seems I have no choice but to use it now..."
The words had barely left his lips when he raised his Magic Staff. A brilliant ray of Holy Light burst forth from its tip. The light grew brighter and soared higher, finally reaching high into the sky and illuminating a patch of it as if it were day.
The Holy Light poured down, its golden radiance forming an inverted bowl that transformed into an ever-expanding Barrier.
In the area bathed by the golden light, the injured soldiers felt a jolt as their wounds began to heal.
