Heaven's Greatest Professor

"He went in?!" May exclaimed in disbelief. She didn't have time to think over the royally stupid decision the janitor had taken as a couple of orcs bolted at her. Even the dullest forsaken understood that taking care of the healer took precedence over everything else.

May created a ward of divine power, restricting their advances, but they broke through the obstruction, swinging their weapon twice. Thankfully, a couple of sisters from Azalea Garden appeared before her to intercept the orcs.

"We cannot worry about him," Lady Cassandra said, her voice drifted in a crackle of supersonic waves. "Take care of the problem at hand, and only then can we worry about him."

"Hold on for a second, you stupid cook," May gritted her teeth. She cast a healing spell on a soldier who had a blade drilled into his ribcage. A sister from Azalea went to assist him, while her spell did most of the work of keeping him alive.

***

It was complete darkness inside the octagonal formation. The Warden couldn't see anything; the terrible dark essence collapsed his sensory system, not to mention it was invading his system—except that wouldn't be a problem.

The problem would be—

A hammering thing struck against his body, as he heard a muffled cry, but before the sound could even be registered by his brain, it was muted. The Warden swung his blade. It met resistance, which only made him put forth more strength.

The formation was full of forsaken, even a swing without attempt might find purchase on a forsaken. But that would be royally inefficient.

The Warden summoned his Radiance power. The light attribute wasn't enough to threaten the lives of the forsaken unless he put forth everything into it, but it might as well let him have an idea of the forsaken surrounding him.

A flash of light sparkled in his palm, as a dozen pairs of eyes turned towards it. But then the light began to wane... The dark essence in the air began to devour the radiance power. Considering the intensity of the darkness was way higher, his Radiance power didn't stand a chance. But it had given him what he required.

With an idea of where the forsaken stood, the Warden lunged, swinging his blade in wild arcs. [The Divider] shaped over two metres long and plunged into the neck of an orc—the particular obstruction couldn't be mistaken.

The Warden swung his blade a few more times, severing through the obstruction in his way, flaring all his void energy capacity. Only then did he feel something colliding against his back. With his awareness dulled inside the formation, he hadn't seen it coming.

His radiance essence flashed to let him see his surroundings for another couple of seconds. At his feet lay a few corpses of orcs; he didn't take note of them and moved on to attack the remaining.

***

"Can you fight?" May asked the wounded soldier.

"I…" The soldier coughed out blood, his chest heaving up and down. The wound had closed, yet dark scarlet blood oozed out with the movement.

"Don't move," she said, forcing him down on the ground and casting another healing spell. His skin on the wound renewed; however, his expression hadn't changed, as his eyes were drawn to the women battling the orcs on the other side of the ward May had constructed. They were protecting them from the orcs until May healed him.

"How are you feeling now?" May turned his head in her direction. She brought out a healing potion and fed it to him when he opened his mouth to answer. The potion wouldn't have the same effect as her active healing spell, but considering their situation, she needed to save her power as much as she could. "Okay, can you move now?"

"I…" the soldier tried in a test to get up. "I think I can."

"Good, help me carry the other wounded," May said. The Azalea sisters had already drawn the orcs in another direction, but they weren't completely free. Her barrier was bombarded with arrows from all directions.

"Cole?" May shouted, unsure where the guy had run off to. "Cole?"

"What is it?" the adept runesmith of her team shouted back. He was running away from a troll, his expression breaking into an ugly look. How had he drawn the ire of a troll?

May rubbed her forehead. "Nothing," she said. "Don't die!"

"Same to you!" he shouted back, shoving a huge bolt of energy into the face of the troll. The monster didn't even flinch as its face was completely grazed by the attack. Blood bubbled up, but in the next moment, it all healed up.

Cole cursed, his eyes found Lady Cassandra in the chaos. He ran towards her without thinking.

Even though he was mostly sure the lady was aware of the situation surrounding her, he couldn't help but shout, "Lady Cassandra!"

She had been dealing with four or five orcs at a time, flinging them away, bursting their eardrums, or eroding their skin. The masochistic bunch of the forsaken were wholly enraged by her attack and came again to finish her off. Of course, the forsaken didn't have a good time of it, considering there were four of her sisters protecting her.

With an exchange of looks, they traded their foes. Cole cast his bolt of energy at the orcs. One of the orcs was caught off guard; no matter how energy-resistant it was, it couldn't withstand the power of the bolt. The bolt drilled through its body, creating a large inside-out hole. Two other orcs were marginally injured.

As for the trolls, the five women of Azalea Garden had restricted its path. Cassandra burst open its eardrums, drilling forth her supersonic waves through its nerves, while the others attacked.

Even with all that, it would take some time to deal with the trolls.

Then he heard someone of their rank shout, "Look, the gate is unguarded."

With that, it barely took a few seconds for a couple of them to abandon their station and run towards the unguarded gate.