One after the other, the monks jumped down from Leon's Drake and as they hit the ground, they burst out running in the direction of wizards.
These five were the cream of the crop of the undergod monsetaries most talented, they didn't show it but each were monsters in their own light.
"Nirganaaa light"
"Wind blessing of Mahana"
"Flame of righteousness"
They attacked the wizards with a myriad of strange spells that seemed to overwhelm them immediately as if they were the bane of their existence.
"Hm!! These people are at least king class" one of the wizards cursed seeing their troop being demolished by a measly 5 people.
"Quick summon your treasures!!" A random wizard commanded pulling out a massive pillar from out of nowhere and causing it to enlarge.
Wizards were a sub-tier of mages that had forgone their ability to increase in strength alone by bounding their essence Cores to powerful treasures.
