The explosion at the gates was unlike anything they had seen before.
A pillar of crimson light rose high into the blood-red sky, shaking the earth and ripping through the storm clouds that had gathered over the battlefield. The sound was deafening—like a thousand cannons firing at once. Every soldier, human and devil alike, stopped fighting for a moment to stare. Even the wind seemed to pause.
Kaelion's eyes widened. His instincts screamed at him that something was terribly wrong. He had fought countless battles, but never had he felt mana this heavy, this… ancient. It was the kind of power that could rewrite the balance of the entire war.
The Saintess gripped her staff tighter beside him, her face pale. "That light… it's connected to the palace."
Kaelion didn't answer right away. He simply watched the pillar of energy stretch upward until it disappeared into the sky. His mind was racing. Bael was already losing… so why release that much power at the cost of his life?
Unless…
