The four young people had a solid base, with excellent coordination and trust among each other, which allowed them to fully exert their power for a long time even in the face of an enemy far more powerful than them.
However, this did not change the balance of strength between the two sides. As time went by, the spellcaster's power was constantly consumed, and the situation became even more untenable. When the moon rose, they'd finally reached their limit.
"My magic has almost run out," said the priest suddenly, his face covered in sweat. "I can only use one or two more recovery spells at most."
At this moment, the archer had run out of arrows. He could only continue fighting by using the arrows on the ground that he'd already shot.
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