Although all the Paladins clearly understood in their hearts that this was almost impossible, the probability was too small.
But to abandon those two and escape?
Impossible.
Abandoning those who seek help has never been an option for the Paladins.
If they would choose that course of action, they wouldn't have appeared in the first place.
So now, is it time to wait for death?
No.
There is another way.
The leading Paladin took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, forcing his body not to tremble from the pain.
His face was as pale as paper, yet radiated a resolute determination, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixed with blood and obscured his vision.
His figure stood in the front of everyone, steadfast eyes fixed on the Demon gathering its strength.
He held his sword without turning back, rasping, "You take the wounded away, I will hold them off!"
"Fao!? What are you planning to do..."
