"We cannot allow the enemy to keep dragging this on, or it's likely to become problematic."
Anvis immediately thought of many things. It had been more than three Magic Hours since he started livestreaming for help, and the news must have spread on the outside by now.
Under the pressure that the Ninth Rank Limit might arrive at the battlefield at any moment, if the enemy isn't planning to flee, then they would have to fight with their backs against the wall and complete their agenda before reinforcements arrive.
The fact that the enemy is deliberately dragging out time only indicates that the Priest is likely preparing something and does not want to be disturbed.
Saying goodbye to the two people guarding the passage, Anvis and his group quickly ascended to the third floor.
Whatever the enemy wants to do, we will stop it.
They hadn't even stepped out of the staircase when a blast mixed with fluctuations of Magic Power suddenly hit their faces.
