Seconds trickled into minutes. It was torturous to just sit here thinking and thinking. He understood a bit of what Isolde was going through but didn't know if his solace was going to work.
He lost twenty-three thousand wraiths and nine thousand Golden Order Knights. That was the biggest loss he had ever faced.
Thousands fought to preserve others, especially the noble knights. Those taken couldn't return, and just like that, Dirge's ever-growing Taotie wraiths were gone. All she had left were about seven thousand Taotie wraiths and the eastern dragon. The other two commanders couldn't make it out of the desert.
Had he known earlier, he would have done everything he could to exhaust his mana.
"Hey, Castle. Aren't you my actual summon?" Godfrey asked randomly.
"I thought you could talk." Godfrey sighed, rubbing his forehead. He closed his eyes, subconsciously monitoring how mana flowed within the Castle.
