Kessa, the Nightmare Conjurer, Yuko, Tasman, and Franklin would handle the conquest of the Tarrant Nation.
Sers, Rancur, and Nostior.
The three of them were elders of the Supreme Council. Only six remained, excluding Freida.
Meanwhile, Erlius and his forces would advance, drawing the attention of those six families.
It was time to act.
There was no need to waste any more time.
Souta's silhouette faded into the tension-filled air, as if he were not a man walking away… but a calamity advancing toward its next target.
Nostior exhaled deeply and turned to look at his friend.
"When did you surrender to that mons... Realm Lord?" he asked.
He would call Souta a monster but he changed it at the last second. After all, he surrendered to that monster and he should've more polite.
...
Meanwhile, at the frontline of the battlefield.
