"Something's wrong. An hour has passed without us achieving any significant results."
Summoning a new batch of Mechanical Puppets combined with magic to intercept his opponents, the Favored of the Church of the Creator took a moment to catch his breath.
Seeing that the situation hadn't changed at all, a heavy feeling settled in his heart.
"From the start of the battle, we've always held the advantage, yet despite pouring in more combat power, it's still only a slight advantage.
Moreover, so much time has passed that if they really wanted to drive us back, that fleet and the support from other high-tier extraordinaries should have arrived by now.
It's almost as if... they're deliberately maintaining a balance..."
Muttering to himself, he felt as if the strength in his speech was fading due to the rising fear, his heart seemingly gripped tightly by something.
Earlier, he had noticed the problem as well.
