Two Rune Arrays, one above and one below, caught the Holy Professionals in a pincer attack.
From the Array at their feet, a deep, dark vortex swirled into existence. As black mist spread, countless withered arms shot out, grabbing at their ankles.
These Holy Professionals did not panic, swinging their one-handed swords to hack at the arms and occasionally smashing down with their shields.
Under their attacks, imbued with the Power of Dawn Faith, the withered arms were severed and destroyed. But they were replaced by even more twisted arms that appeared amidst miserable, desperate wails, seemingly endless.
Meanwhile, dark clouds gathered above the sailboat, slowly swirling under the Array's influence. A giant skeletal hand emerged from the clouds.
"Oh? Annoying bugs from the Dawn Church?" a cold, sinister voice echoed from the clouds. "Looks like you're in big trouble, Little Mage of the Specters. Well... consider this one a freebie!"
