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The battlefield had transformed into a scene of utter chaos. The once intense but manageable conflict now erupted into a full-scale assault as disciples of the Sanctus Medicunus, led by their formidable master, appeared with mara-struck soldiers. Their sudden and aggressive entry only added to the confusion and terror.
Jiaoqiu's face went pale with fear as he recognized the attackers. "It's the Sanctus Medicunus!" he yelled, his voice strained. "They're here to help Phantylia!"
The sight of their floating master and the mara-struck soldiers charging at them sent shockwaves through the ranks. The combined force was overwhelming, pushing everyone to their limits. Feixiao and Moze fought valiantly, but the numbers were too great, and the enemy's ferocity too intense. Some soldiers were being captured, and the tide of battle seemed to be turning against them.
In the midst of the chaos, Jiaoqiu's mind raced. His eyes darted around, searching for any possible solution. Without a moment's hesitation, he shouted to you, "Protect the soldiers! I'll hold the line!"
A sudden, strange calm washed over you. You could feel a kind of warmth spreading through you, as if a gentle smile had been directed at you from some unseen source. It was a strange and reassuring sensation, and it gave you the resolve you needed.
With a deep breath, moving with purpose toward the enemy. The disciples and their mara-struck soldiers noticed your advance, their eyes narrowing with disdain. But you didn't falter.
Jiaoqiu's eyes widened in horror as he saw you leaving the safety of the shield. "No! Get back!" he screamed, desperation in his voice.
But you ignored him, the resolve in your heart propelling you forward. You drew upon your own powers, a surge of energy erupting from you as you confronted the attackers. You moved with fluid precision, your abilities creating barriers and strikes that repelled the mara-struck soldiers and pushed back the disciples.
As the battle raged on, you drew upon the depths of your power, your resolve unwavering despite the toll it took on you. The disciples of the Sanctus Medicunus began to take notice of the change in your demeanor. One of them, a stern-looking figure with a commanding presence, called out to you.
