While the battle between the two Mana Core Magi raged on, the military outpost was embroiled in chaos.
Edward's initial attack had destroyed several buildings. Moreover, several of the Haynam Magi had perished as collateral.
Yet, the Dark King's men's work wasn't over…
Huddled quietly in a dark alley between two buildings, Ulric, Valerian, and the others had gathered. They had grim looks on their faces as their mission was far from over.
Every one of them looked apprehensive. Except, of course, Valerian. The young dragon seemed quite nonchalant. Haughty, even.
"Ulrich, they took away our spell components," A Magus spoke up. "How are we to burn the warehouses to the ground?"
A tense atmosphere settled over the group. The distant sounds of explosions echoed in their ears, causing them to feel even more grim. Thankfully, Edward was taking care of the enemy Mana Core Magus. Now, they had to take care of everything on their end.
