The battlefield was dying out, as the invasion was finally thinning.
Hours earlier, the city had been on the verge of catastrophe. Entire districts had burned beneath abyssal corruption. Monsters had flooded through the streets. Worshippers had emerged from hidden cells throughout the kingdom.
Now? The Abyss was being systematically and mercilessly hunted out of Atlantis. Outside the palace, Arthur continued walking through the battlefield like an incarnate force of nature.
The Atlantean army completely moved according to Arthur's commands, and every few minutes, another pulse of mana rolled across the city.
Every pulse resulted in another pocket of resistance being annihilated. With this, there was another enemy Abyssal Commander slain and another district reclaimed.
And through it all, Albedo remained near the medical wing, watching in awe at Arthur's power.
The atmosphere inside the palace had changed dramatically. Earlier it had been frantic, but now it was controlled.
