[ Name:
Small Sapling
]
[ Race:
wood Spirits (saplings)
]
[ Level:
Silver (12%)
]
[ Quality:
Ordinary
]
[ Physique:
8
]
[ Spirit:
16
]
[ Description:
Small sapling with the power to control nature, initial units of Plant Lords
.]
[ Skills:
[Breath of Nature]:
Condensing the breath of nature into healing light, can speed up the recovery of injuries.
]
These small saplings were supposedly very famous as the Tier 1 initial units of all plant lords with zero fighting ability.
Korrin frowned. With a burst of speed, Korrin dashed to the side, creating another Wall of Flames to cut off the giant's retreat.
The heat intensified, the flames licking at the giant's legs and torso. Still, he pressed forward not harmed much, his axe cutting through the fire with a strong wind, dispersing most of the fire.
Korrin dodged again, using his agility to stay just out of reach. He countered with a Flame Bomb, the intense burst of fire knocking the giant slightly off balance.
Taking advantage of the moment, Korrin summoned a concentrated Firestorm, the giant roared in frustration, swinging wildly, dispersing most of it as the firestorm tore at his hardened skin.
Despite the small damage he took, he pushed through, his massive frame crashing toward Korrin like an enraged bull.
Korrin leaped back, narrowly avoiding the axe that split the ground where he had stood.
"This guy's too tough," Korrin thought, his brow furrowing as he planned his next move, everything happened so fast, but from the last firestorm, he already figured the intensity of the flame that can cause damage.
However, spells at that level take some time to finish, and put a heavy toll on his own body if he uses them continuously, but fights like these what makes his blood boil.
Right now his innate talent, '
Species Evolution Master'
was already in active status, although there were not many half-Drows around to provide a huge increase like when he fought against the Tier 4 Murlock, it still increased his attributes.
While thinking, he was also keeping an eye out for the sharpshooter and dodging the incoming attacks, according to Mai, Sid was also attacked while he was fighting against the Giant.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Half-Drows had engaged the Bloodhawk gang members. The surroundings erupted into chaos as spells, bullets, and blades clashed.
The Half-Drows fought with precision and unity, their Herd Mentality ability granting them unparalleled coordination.
Groups of two or three worked together to isolate and overwhelm their opponents.
Fireballs flew, shadow binds immobilized targets, and melee Half Drows closed in for quick, brutal kills.
Further south, Nyra and her shadow hunters had already begun their ambush. The patrol of five gang members walked casually, their guard down as they scanned the area.
They didn't notice the faint shimmer in the shadows behind them. Nyra signaled her team with a subtle hand gesture, and the hunters moved as one.
A shadow blade flashed, cutting the throat of the rear-most gang member. He dropped without a sound, his body caught by one of the hunters before it could hit the ground.
The next gang member turned, his eyes widening as he spotted the dark figures closing in. Before he could shout, a shadow tendril wrapped around his neck, yanking him into the darkness.
His muffled gasp was the last sound he made.
The remaining four finally realized something was wrong. "We're under attack!" one of them shouted, raising his weapon. But the hunters were already upon them.
Nyra herself struck with lethal precision, her shadow-infused sword cutting through armor and flesh alike.
With Quick Step, her movements were a blur, her Half-Drow bloodline and Battle mage characteristics amplifying her speed and spell power.
Within moments, the patrol was reduced to lifeless bodies sprawled across the ground.
"Move," Nyra whispered, her voice calm and commanding. The hunters behind her vanished into the shadows, leaving no trace of their presence.