Chapter 185 The Destruction Wave



As the knights stood back-to-back, their eyes locked onto the approaching horde of monsters, the towering ice formation provided them temporary shelter. The monsters closed in, their snarls and growls piercing the frigid air, sending shivers down the spines of the brave warriors. The knights braced themselves, gripping their swords tightly, prepared to face the onslaught head-on.

But just as the monsters were about to reach them, a sudden surge of invisible force erupted from the ground with a thunderous rumble, propelling the knights into the sky. Their bodies lifted, defying gravity, as they floated above the frozen landscape. Surprise and confusion painted their faces as they glanced around, searching for the source of this unexpected intervention.

"What is this?" one knight exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment.

"Look there!" another knight pointed, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and disbelief. "It's Master Montaser!"

Their gazes fell upon Montaser, who floated slowly with a cold and determined expression etched upon his face. His forehead bore a radiant symbol, glowing with an otherworldly light, as he harnessed his telekinetic powers to control their flight.

With an air of unwavering determination, Montaser raised his hand high in the air, channeling his immense power. A brilliant surge of energy emanated from his palm, cascading outward like a devastating tidal wave. The wave tore through the landscape, obliterating everything in its path.

*RUMBLE!*

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The ground shook violently as the wave expanded rapidly, stretching its invisible tendrils in all directions. It swept across the icy terrain, smashing through the massive ice formations that had once stood tall and proud. The structures crumbled, shattered into countless shards that glittered in the air before cascading to the ground.

*CRASH!*

Amidst the floating knights, Montaser led the way, his cold expression unyielding. The glowing rune on his forehead shimmered with ethereal light, illuminating the path ahead. His gaze remained focused, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. He knew that their elevated position had rendered them vulnerable, exposed to potential attacks from the towering monster that watched them from afar.

As they soared, the group maintained their formation, communicating through urgent shouts and gestures. Their voices were carried away by the gusts of wind, mingling with the distant sounds of destruction below. Each knight shared glances of determination and grit, their resolve unbroken even in the face of adversity.

Montaser's calculated movements guided their flight, using his telekinetic abilities to steer the group away from potential threats. The whooshing sound of their rapid motion filled the air, blending with the howls and growls of the monsters below.

The frozen expanse spread out beneath them, now appearing serene and distant. The landscape, once filled with monsters and peril, seemed like a miniature replica of their elevated state. The towering ice formations and treacherous cliffs became mere specks in the vastness.

The knights marveled at the sight, taking in the frozen beauty as they continued their high-flying journey. Their minds were focused, their hearts steady, as they prepared for the next stage of their battle against the relentless horde.

After finding a safe area, the group descended from their elevated position, their landing accompanied by the sound of boots crunching on the icy ground. Each knight found their footing gracefully, their armored forms seamlessly adjusting to the change in environment. The frigid air surrounded them once again, as they gathered in a circle, their gazes turning toward Montaser.

Montaser's eyes scanned the area, his face etched with concern and determination. "What happened to the master,?" he asked, his voice cold yet tinged with worry.

Elisa stepped forward. "A crack in the ground opened up, and it dragged him away," she explained "The monsters swarmed him, which created a fierce and chaotic fight that caused the ice to crack."

Norman, a seasoned warrior known for his tactical prowess, furrowed his brow. " I saw it the monster's movements weren't normal,"

Lester, and Magnus, stood at the side, Lester's gaze shifting nervously. He knew that no one had witnessed his actions, and he was sure that there was no way for Fray to have survived the ordeal. Remembering that a mix of anxiety and relief washed over him, knowing that his involvement in the incident would remain hidden.

Montaser's jaw tightened as he absorbed the news, coldness, and determination mingling within his gaze. "I will find him," he declared, his voice resolute.

With those words, Montaser raised his hand, his telekinetic powers surging forth once again. In an instant, he shot up into the sky with the speed of a missile, leaving behind a trail of airwaves. The ground trembled beneath his departure, the rush of wind marking his swift ascent.