Chapter 175
The Lunaria squad pressed their assault against the ravenous bat‑beasts, their combined magic flaring like beacons in the dusky haze.
At first, they held firm—until the creatures, as if driven by a cunning instinct, began coordinating their attacks. Packs of five swooped from their positions; then ten dove in lockstep, battering the students with relentless wing‑blades and acid spits.
Overwhelmed, the young mages were forced back, their backs nearly touching as the beasts encircled them like living shadows.
Greg had just dispatched three snarling beasts with a crackling bolt of lightning when five more descended.
He pivoted on a fallen barrel, sparks dancing along his arms, but a stream of green acid spat from beaded fangs and sizzled into the cracked stone at his feet.
