The battle ended exactly as expected. The difference in strength was simply too great, and the Crimsonborn soon paid for their recklessness.
Not one of the thousands survived.
The Flamebirds eagerly descended on the bodies. This was their favorite kind of battle. A few more meals like this, and Stage SS wouldn't be far off.
Just as everyone was preparing to return to the city, a massive swarm of figures appeared in the distance, flying straight toward them.
The group stopped.
They had obviously been drawn by the fighting.
Before long, the newcomers reached the outskirts of New Atlas. From their appearances, they belonged to several different races. There were hundreds of thousands of them, including more than ten Stage SSS fighters standing in midair.
Ethan's heart sank. He hadn't expected the creatures from the Void Realm to arrive so quickly.
