Everyone spread out in a fan formation, with Elion at the front.
The first line of chittering skeletons was already only a few feet away, their rusted weapons raised as they rushed toward the group.
"I'll take on the big guy at the back!" Elion shouted. "Nora, there's no need to buff me. I'll be fine! You guys take care of the little ones!"
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Maya asked, glancing toward the figure floating above the throne. "That undead mage looks quite formidable."
"Don't worry about me, princess!" Elion shouted back as he rapidly began casting a spell.
A massive wall of water rose in front of them, forming a rolling tidal wave that crashed over the charging skeletons.
The entire front line, now numbering in the hundreds, was swept back the way it had come, giving the group some room to breathe.
Bones and rusted weapons tumbled through the surging water, striking the broken floor and scattered rubble as the wave carried them away.
