After several tense seconds, Lifewarden arrived at the scene, accompanied by two women and a beastman. All were Highsword third-rankers.
Damian was about to activate his wormhole spells to isolate himself with the bastard in front of him when, suddenly, a strange lavender smoke began seeping from one of the women's hands. The moment they noticed, everyone hurriedly covered their noses, as if it were poisonous.
The others had a chance to retreat, but the woman was right beside Damian, and she had started the smoke directly near his face. He tried holding his breath, positioning the wormhole spell beneath his feet with an opening above, but he was already getting drowsy. Still, he managed to execute the spell, and in the next second, he was high above the battlefield, about thirty meters in the air.
Below, he saw several Highswords who had failed to react in time, collapsing unconscious within seconds. Thunderclaw was one of them. That was a nasty ability!
