In the distance, Griffin and the surviving apprentices had just escaped the academy grounds. Looking back, they were met with a scene of utter despair. The dark red Steel Giant was snatched up like a toy by that monster, which had now swelled to nearly a hundred meters tall, and viciously slammed into the ground.
Had it failed? Was the boss's strongest creation truly no match for the near-immortal might of a Bloodline Wizard? Despair pierced everyone's hearts in an instant, like the ceaseless, freezing gales of the Frost Wind Plane.
A hundred kilometers away, inside the Cybertron central control room.
Allen calmly watched the red numbers on the light screen as Cyclops's armor integrity continued to drop from 61%. A faint ripple flickered in his icy blue eyes. The "strongest shield" he had single-handedly forged seemed to be getting torn to shreds.
