"Move to the back." Vardy's voice rang.
His eyes locked onto the guardian, its towering form radiating divine energy.
Vardy's undead army, his loyal minions that had followed him across countless lands, were struggling against the overwhelming force of the guardian's presence.
Their unusual strength was nothing compared to that of the guardian, making them struggle alongside Vardy.
Tracy, though she wanted to stay and fight beside him, knew better than to argue. Vardy had been the one to lead them this far, and his tactical mind was sharper than anything they could hope to match.
She moved quickly, grabbing Ferah's arm as they retreated to the rear, away from the frontlines where the battle was raging. Her heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn't from fear.
Luthor was already positioning himself with his usual flair, ready to charge, his muscles taut under his clothes. But even he seemed unsure of how to approach this fight.
