Isolde’s dragons were receiving the full brunt of the attack. Stones were being hurled at them nonstop.

Some had fallen, yet kept blowing flames as they took to the skies once more. Isolde gritted her teeth, controlling her spear to shatter the stones, but she couldn’t get all of them.

’Don’t tell me that blow took Godfrey out?! This isn’t looking good at all!’ Isaac thought, but had already set his mind on helping Isolde.

Her dragons were victims of the stampede when they fell and needed the help of others to keep the stags away for the others to fly.

While Isaac prepared himself, three dragons came up to Isolde’s side, acting as support for Aion, who had endured several blows.

Their flames swallowed the earth below, engulfing stags that still ran while burning. It was chaotic everywhere.

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang out. The sound of stones being hurled. It sounded like bombs due to the sheer speed of the flying rocks.

This time around, most of them were aimed at Isolde since her spear had been reducing the effect of the other stones.

One of the dragons roared and blew flames at the rocks. It burned through the rock, shattering it with great pressure, but the other dragon failed.

It faced, then intercepted three rocks stacked behind each other. Two shattered, but the last one, empowered by dragonfire, crushed the dragon’s head, slammed into Isolde, crushing her shoulder blade, and hit the other dragon at the back of its head.

With the blood of one of her children splattered all over her face, Isolde fell from Aion. As she fell, two dragons also fell by her side.

Aion cried out with the remaining dragon and dove down. Aion grabbed Isolde with his claws and flapped his wings hard as he watched the other two crash, and the dead dragons were swallowed by the vast stampede.

Roaring and crying at the same time, Aion breathed fire, burning even more of the stag monsters in a fit of rage.

Isolde, stained with blood, stared at where her dragons fell. She could barely utter a word or even move as one part of her upper body was paralyzed.

Her bones were now fragments piercing her already mangled flesh. The pain pierced deep into her soul, so much that tears gathered in her eyes, but she couldn’t cry.

Her face remained frozen as if the slightest movement would intensify the pain a thousandfold.

Isolde could only grunt. Dragons cried, the howling of wind caused by their mighty wings, the horrifying stampede of nearly half a million stags, and the sound of sand rising up from the north, west, and south wounded her ears.

Seeing this, Isaac shot webs far into the sky, pouring greater amounts of mana than usual. He drew back stones heading for Aion and the other dragons.

From afar, it would seem like he was webbing the skies themselves. Strings of glistening silk threads from one man spread into the sky like a network.

All he needed was a pull to deviate them from their path. As he did that, one of the mini-bosses charged out of the stampede, closing in on him with red eyes.

It saw him as the cause of the loss of their home. Isaac was about to turn, but his feet suddenly sank into the sand. The sand became so loose that everything up to his knees was buried.

And right at that moment, the demigod stag lowered its head and rammed Isaac, piercing through his abdomen and pulling him off the ground.

His face paled as blood poured out. With all his might, Isaac broke its horn, leaving the other part poking through his body as he attached webs to the stag, forcefully controlling it to run with him on its back.

His facial muscles trembled. Spittle mixed with blood gathered in his mouth. His head trembled as he felt life slipping from him.

Neila wanted to leave him, but she knew doing that would kill him instantly. Together, they could hold on for longer.

’If... Godfrey... has also fallen, we didn’t just fail. We were wiped out.’ Isaac gasped for air as if it could subdue the pain of his guts being cut by the sharp branches of the horn stuck inside him.

The herd was rapidly catching up to him, and Isolde’s dragons now had no support against the onslaught of huge stones.

But there was a twinkle, and then it flashed again and again. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Isaac’s eyes adjusted, and he saw it was a golden knight glowing brightly. This knight was in the Golden Light State, and a floating tome followed him.

His short hair danced as he stretched forth his hands, embers dancing off the tome. Dax grabbed Isaac and blinked away.

Third Page: Demolition.

The earth ruptured beneath the herd, an explosion of pure mana that tore through the fabric of space itself.

Fourth Page: Extinguish.

Just when the demolition ended, five symbolic monuments manifested. Flames roared from the space between them, burning thousands of stag monsters. Although, the stampede couldn’t be stopped.

Another spell activated, and thick bolts of lightning electrocuted the front line of the stampede, causing greater chaos. Yet, more stag monsters jumped over their dead, racing toward the same direction.

Then, Gravity Lock activated, pausing nearly ten thousand stag monsters, including two demigod mini-bosses.

And then the Fifth Page spell kicked in. Meteor Rain. Dax had been preparing all these spells with his new Ninth Page spell, Delay!

It placed delays on his spells, giving him the advantage of strategic planning.

The meteors crashed, wiping out over a hundred thousand stag monsters. Each spell was pushed to great heights with a great amount of mana.

The heat wave and sand spread far, but as they died down, a great wall made of golden shields and knights glowing in gold and white appeared at the horizon.

They stood on a massive plain of thick ice, and a massive golden dragon took off, heading for the stampede.

Godfrey stood before this great army with a great bow. Behind this wall were tens of thousands of Great Bow Archers, summoned by him and Ballista.

"Dirge," he said, and she unleashed over thirty thousand shadow wraiths before the wall. The aim was to slow down the stags as much as possible for the archers to deal enough damage.

Godfrey held his bow tight. His mana had dropped to the lowest possible level. He was down to the last core, and he was the last of his house still standing.

One man against a desert.