Capítulo 96: WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT DILLON?

Zayd, ever vigilant, assessed the situation with a keen eye. His mind raced with tactics and strategies to turn the tide in their favor.

"Lenora, keep an eye on Jay! We need his magic to counter the Banshee!" Zayd directed, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Lenora nodded in acknowledgment, her grip tightening on her sword as she guarded Jay against the encroaching Rykers.

As the battle raged on, the Banshee continued to exhale dark purple smoke, which formed into more Rykers, overwhelming the group with sheer numbers. The knights and mages fought valiantly, but the relentless assault threatened to wear down their defenses.

Hans, his double edged axe a blur of motion, laughed maniacally as he cut through Ryker after Ryker.

"Come on, you purple fiends! Is that all you've got?" Hans taunted, his adrenaline-fueled bravado masking a deeper determination.