Seeing the preparation and the way the enemies were being pushed back through tactics and formations, Victor stood utterly shocked when he finally reached the battlefield.
Smoke drifted across the ruined land like blood waves. Burned metal, shattered weapons, and torn flesh covered the ground beneath his feet.
Every single metallic figure lay broken. Some had been ripped apart by monsters so violently that pieces of steel still twitched from lingering sparks, while others had massive holes pierced through their bodies.
Most of the captured monsters had died during the assault. Only a few barely managed to escape this nightmare, their wounded bodies crawling across the ruined earth in panic. Yet even they could not flee far. Above the clouds, dragon squads soared through the sky, their massive wings cutting through smoke as chains descended from above, dragging the creatures back toward their cages.
