The torch in Ged's hand temporarily intimidated the group of Water Ghosts before him.
Ged knew that this wouldn't last, but even when students brawl, the attacking side needs a couple seconds to rally if they're momentarily halted.
Especially in this blood-filled battleground.
The Water Ghosts would charge again amid the Swamp Witch's harsh cackle, yes.
But that would take at least another ten seconds.
"Is it you, Griffin?"
Ged shouted without turning his head, his rough voice echoed through the open elven ruins, twisting into a strange tone.
In the distance, another group of monsters let out a deathly wail.
From this, Ged finally deduced that it was a group of Eddhels.
Damned Sintra people, don't they realize the importance of periodically cleaning out tombs and graveyards? Even a little! They've let Water Ghosts and Eddhels make homes right next to their King's grave!
The Demon Hunter from the Bear School had already started cursing in his mind.
