The sheer destruction Duke wrought left the other awakened ability users awestruck, their eyes wide with disbelief. It was as if he had single-handedly become a one-man army, obliterating wave after wave of the undead with terrifying ease.
His power was unmatched, and the devastation he had caused made it clear—no zombie could survive the onslaught of Duke’s overwhelming elemental might. The battlefield had become his domain, and the enemy was utterly outclassed.
Although Duke’s Fire Meteor was no larger than a fist, the concentrated fire essence within it was enough to engulf and obliterate clusters of zombies with each strike.
And it wasn’t just one—dozens of fiery meteors rained down, resembling a miniature meteor shower from the sky. The intense heat scorched the air, leaving trails of smoke and ash in their wake.
As if that weren’t enough, devastating lightning bolts followed, striking down without warning, electrifying the battlefield and leaving the zombies charred. Ice spears materialized around Duke like deadly projectiles, each one launching with the force of a ballista.
They pierced through the nearest zombies, sending them flying with the sheer impact. His relentless assault purged the undead in waves, combining fire, lightning, and ice in a terrifying display of elemental mastery that left nothing but devastation in its path.
However, the sheer magnitude of Duke’s Area of Effect (AOE) attacks came at a cost. His spiritual energy drained rapidly, as if pouring through a sieve.
Despite this, his onslaught had successfully decimated most of the advancing horde without drawing too much attention, preventing additional waves of zombies from being attracted from within the city.
With the remaining zombies now more manageable, Duke confidently left the rest to the other awakened ability users. Exhausted but satisfied, he stepped aside to rest and recover his depleted spiritual energy.
On Kisha’s side, the mental strain intensified with each attempt to control the large truck, sweeping away waves of zombies outside the wall. She could feel her focus slipping, knowing that this method was only a temporary solution.
The uncertainty of how many more zombies would flood in from the western side weighed on her mind. Deep down, she knew she couldn’t keep this up indefinitely, and the toll on her mental energy made it clear that she needed another plan soon.
If the battle dragged on, Kisha knew her side would eventually be at a disadvantage. She couldn’t afford to pull manpower from the other sections of the wall, not knowing how long the siege would last or if a surprise attack might come from another direction.
Realizing the truck wasn’t a sustainable solution, she abandoned it and instead focused on the smaller fragments of debris scattered around.
She also reached out with her telekinesis, sensing the countless daggers strapped to the waists of soldiers and warriors nearby, preparing to use them in a more strategic approach.
Kisha closed her eyes, focusing intently as she felt the presence of every dagger around her. It was as if invisible hands materialized behind her, guiding the weapons into her control. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Soldiers and warriors looked on in shock as their daggers lifted off from their belts, swirling through the air before coming to rest in a formation around Kisha, poised and ready for her command.
The daggers floated in a perfect formation around her back, shimmering under the faint moonlight. Once Kisha was certain she had gathered every blade in the vicinity, her eyes snapped open.
In an instant, all the daggers pointed to where her gaze fixed, sharp and deadly. With a knowing smile, she unleashed them into the battlefield.
The blades danced through the air, slicing through the chaos and finding their mark with precision—piercing one zombie skull after another, like an elegant yet deadly waltz of steel.
The dagger whirled through the air as if it were alive, darting with the precision of a well-controlled drone. One by one, it struck down the zombies with lethal accuracy, each blow swift and unstoppable.
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