Emily ignored the notifications and slowly lifted her gaze toward the sky.
The pillar that had been suppressing Alice was gone now.
It had disappeared only a few moments ago, most likely recalled because the other teams intended to use it against the attack of the Hanging Briar Dragon.
The battlefield had quieted, but only on the surface.
The air still carried the scent of burnt mana and blood. Cracks covered the ground beneath them, and pieces of destroyed terrain were scattered all around.
Emily's eyes shifted toward the distance.
There, high above the battlefield, Elyndra floated while supporting the remaining members of the Florathi Team through her spatial powers. Her breathing was rough, and her expression looked strained to the limit. Veins bulged around her temples as she maintained the unstable space beneath her teammates' feet.
The members of Florathi were injured.
Some were bleeding. Some could barely stand.
The worst among them was Zahard.
