World Zone No. 1213, Imperial City.
Faustus led his band of powerful warriors out of the Godscar, their robes snapping in the wind like judges returning from a divine war.
Not far away, the experts of World Zone No. 1213 caught sight of him and began trembling uncontrollably.
It was a fear born from the depths of the soul. Not cowardice, but the instinctive shudder of prey standing before its natural predator.
"The Imperial City is protected by an ancient magic array."
Daniel glanced at Carodion, his voice icy.
"Attack. I want to see just how long this turtle shell can hold."
"At your command, my lord!"
With a sweep of his arm, Carodion gave the signal, and the legendary-grade experts under his command struck all at once.
Divine arts, forbidden spells, and torrents of elemental power poured down like a violent storm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
