The battle of the powerhouses had only intensified as time passed and there was no clear victor.
Since that other dragon hadn't acted, Joseph and the generals could easily fend off Yvonne. But now, there was another person about to join in.
"It's the Royal Commander! Has he slain that black dragon?" Cheers erupted from the human side as they fought even harder.
The soldiers on the wall began chanting Bors' name. Some even had tears of joy. They were saved now! Finally this nightmare would be over…
However, if one observed this royal commander closely, they would notice that his figure seemed unstable. Instead of attacking the crimson dragon who was suppressed by Joseph and the army generals, he turned his attention to the battlefield below.
'This malicious aura…' At this range, the archbishop sensed something amiss.
"Be careful, he is-"
"Storm Blade!"
Suddenly, Bors waved his sword horizontally downwards, creating a long arc of concentrated mana.
