The peculiar thing about the supernatural power in this world is that it defies logic and cannot be contemplated with any normal reasoning.
Normally, the role of the protection ritual should be like that of Geralt, forming a shield to block attacks. However, here the ritual's role turns out to be transferring damage.
The weapons of the Fishn landed on the monks but had no effect, whereas the Candlelight Priest beside them inexplicably suffered severe damage, directly affecting him as though his armor hadn't worked at all.
Logically, the ritual should indeed block the damage, but it brings backlash, aning the damage appeared on the Priest.
Luckily, the damage was weakened by the ritual, and the Priest silently endured it, evidently accustod to it.
Not to ntion, to activate the protection ritual, the Candlelight Monk got slashed several tis. Thanks to the Great Shield and Heavy Armor, which blocked them, he even took the opportunity to hamr a few away, rushing back to the Monk's side to obliterate those Fishn.
In this high-intensity battle, the blood even oozed out from the heavy armor dripping down, but the next mont the Monk raised his hand, and the Magic Wand emitted a light that shone upon him.
The sacred power acted upon the Candlelight Priest, instantly healing all the scars, and even overflowing.
The sa source of power strengthened the Priest, and he didn't suffer any aftereffects from serious injuries, swinging the Warhamr like a war god once again.
It seed the two could fight indefinitely together.
Now Amanda understood why these two dared to co to Hamlet.
If it really turned into a fight, could she withstand that judgntal force?
Perhaps only the Lord could...
"Huh? That's not right!" Sela suddenly seed to realize sothing, exclaiming instinctively.
"What are you doing?" Amanda was speechless; shouting in this situation wasn't ideal, as it might attract the Fishn.
"The corpses, haven't you noticed there aren't many Fishn corpses?"
Compared to focusing on the frontline battle, Sela was more concerned about the shoreline, wary of any Fishn approaching while preparing to escape the mont an opportunity arose.
But looking so long, how could she sense anything amiss?
"Given the scale of this battle, Fishn corpses should already be piling up along the shore, but look now."
Amanda suddenly realized after Sela's reminder, glancing at the row of collapsed Fishn from gunshots, only for them to quickly be swallowed by the next wave charging forward.
It was only then that she noticed the fallen Fishn quickly stood back up again.
Unless these Fishn, like the Heretics, had self-healing abilities, but she had slain a few before and they clearly didn't.
Hence, there was only one possibility...
"Among the Fishn, a Spellcaster must be healing the injured." Amanda voiced her thoughts, but as a Spellcaster herself she hadn't detected the Fishn's spell, "What's the spellcasting dium? I can't even sense it."
"The sea wind! It's the sea wind!" Sela clenched a controller, seemingly uncovering a clue with the ship's power, which only made her more uneasy.
The sea wind and light are rely external manifestations of two types of power; what truly lies within is the real power.
The Fishn Spellcasters could perform large-scale sea wind spells to heal batches of Fishn, akin to the ndicant Monk's Holy Light.
Originally, combining the church's Legendary with a Champion seed foolproof, yet now hidden among the Fishn was a Legendary Aberrant Demon Spellcaster. Just the thought made her scalp tingle.
Why was she so unlucky? How could Hamlet be such a cursed place?
If she could leave alive, she definitely wouldn't return, regardless of the compensation.
Both knew they must identify the Fishn's Spellcaster, otherwise the outco of the battle would be uncertain.
Only now, at night, it was extrely hard to pinpoint amid the dense Fishn.
Situation isn't right; Sela pondered whether to escape while the ndicant Monk was drawing fire, but Amanda's thoughts were starkly different.
"Damn it! The battle is too fierce, and the surrounding Spiritual Essence is as agitated as if about to revolt, making it utterly unclear." Amanda attempted divination, but the tumultuous emotions from the war and the two formidable fighters' duel disrupted the whole area's Spiritual Essence, even she dared not intervene.
Spiritual pollution remains the greatest threat to human Spellcasters; not everyone can, like Alhazred, catch threads of fate amid intense combat, even manipulate destiny, albeit sotis going wrong.
While Amanda couldn't, soone potentially could. Thinking this, she glanced at Sela, who had just traced the sea wind.
"No way!" Sela obviously understood what Amanda intended, that didn't an she'd agree.
Sensing dispersed energies from the periter and the cost of tracing such power would differ vastly. Not to ntion whether she had the strength to counteract the Fishn's Spellcaster.
Foremostly, she hadn't been dragged into the fray yet; once she did, she must join, which didn't align with Romani interests.
In truth, she was conserving strength, ready to flee at any mont.
Amanda's expression was cryptic, about to speak when interrupted by an unexpected shift on the battlefield.
"Look quickly!"
Hamlet's group weren't fools; anyone could see the ndicant Monk's importance, let alone allow him to be surrounded by Fishn.
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