Deep in the ruins.
Ravel clutched the wound on his back, blood spurting out of it, and one of his kidneys was probably completely broken.
"Cough..."
He supported his body with his long sword, wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and watched the chaotic battle situation in the distance.
The power of the enemy is beyond their imagination.
The warriors of the Frostwolf family and the soldiers of the Frost Kingdom miscalculated the faceless monsters.
The leaves of the World Tree given by His Majesty, and the song of the frost elf did indeed overcome the screeching of the faceless monster.
The effects of mind-affecting magic they cast are also minimized.
Under such circumstances, the soldiers under the king's command slaughtered all the monsters on the periphery of the ruins, and it only took less than half an hour.
After the battle, not only the soldiers under the king's command, but even the warriors of the Frostwolf family shouted the slogan "Long live the king", and then set off towards the depths of the ruins.
But when they stepped into the bottom layer of the ruins, they encountered truly terrifying monsters...
Ravel's eyes were fixed on more than a dozen figures shrouded in tattered linen robes in the distance. They had human bodies, but they were not human at all, and their faces had tentacles like octopuses.
These creatures are not only proficient in the magic that affects their minds, but even the powerful Inscriptions of Order.
But worst of all...the negative emotions they inflict on the target are manageable!
"Damn! Damn!"
Ravel let out a roar that was close to madness. Now he should have been in a state of anger, but an uncontrollable sadness filled his heart, and the vision of his elder brother's death kept in front of Ravel's eyes. repeat.
He understood that it was the effect of those monsters.
"Why are we here..."
The surrounding elite Frostwolf guards were also immersed in sad illusions, only more than twenty spellcasters and the king were still fighting with those monsters.
That's why Ravel doesn't like the song of the frost elf!
He covered his ears, and in addition to the chaotic roar, there was the soft singing of the frost elf.
Since entering the ruins, this song has saved Lavor several times. When he was eroded by the gray fog several times, the soft singing always calmed the restlessness in his heart.
But... Now this song is so peaceful!
A monster approached him as prey, and a slimy, sinister note was released from the monster's mouth.
Ravel, who was under a strong mental shock, fell to the ground again, and a lot of tears could not be restrained from sliding down his cheeks. The illusion in front of his eyes was almost filled with the sadness of his elder brother's death.
Now is not the time for cowardice, he needs anger and fury to calm his inner sadness, but the songs of the Frost Spirit can't bring that...
At the moment when Ravel's consciousness was about to be swallowed up by the torrent of sadness, he opened the application in "Magic Web Cloud Music" in front of him.
Why are all female singers? No... There are men, Holm and Reyek
In the Land of Frost, where there is no theater, Ravel knows very little about songs, let alone these lesser-known singers, but the appearance of the singer named Reyek fits his aesthetic.
With the last ounce of energy, Ravel clicked into the singer's catalog.
Reyek only has four songs on the Weave.
"The Phoenix"
Ravel remembered the meaning of the word, phoenix... a creature that exists only in legends.
His hazy consciousness had given him no more choices, and after Ravel's fingertips clicked the song, a torrent of grief engulfed his consciousness.
Everything in front of Ravel's eyes turned into darkness, a darkness without even a sound.
In the darkness, a monster seemed to stretch out its claws towards him, but at this moment he seemed to hear the beating of his own heart.
This was not an illusion. He could clearly hear the frantic beating of his heart, hitting his eardrums like thunder.
Ravel's left hand held a long sword that was about to break, and the passionate playing sound penetrated his eardrums.
"Put on your battle makeup!"
When the first lyric rang in Ravel's ears, Ravel felt the long-lost impulse of blood surging.
It's this feeling of anger and excitement.
He swiped his palm across the wound where blood was constantly spilling out, and then smeared the blood on his cheek to draw a special pattern.