บท 258: The Storm (3)

As my flames slowly dimmed, then disappeared, I figured out what the golden light I glimpsed was.

None of the Ereth were hurt in the slightest. As golden barriers protected them from my flames, they probably only felt mild discomfort because of the heat.

"Want any help now?" Dorith asked as I scoured the battlefield. "I'll let you know when I need it," I said as I searched for the caster who created those shields. It had to be an inquisitor – if it were a Divine, I would have sensed their presence way before the spell was even cast.

It didn't take me long to find them. Three robed figures were standing right before the large Divine Pillar. I gritted my teeth. How the hell was I even supposed to get to them?