Meanwhile.
Vurghen Region.
The Last Town.
The two forces of two hundred pekko riders, who had split earlier, charged toward the east and west flanks, each facing over five hundred heavy cavalry magic knights clad in enchanted armor. The riders drew their magic swords, tapped their bracelets, and shimmering magic shields materialized around them.
The pekkos accelerated in a blur, their talons raised as they leaped forward. Before the enemy could react, the pekkos launched wind slashes, sharp blades of air cutting through the heavy armor and horses with terrifying ease, shredding the enemy ranks into pieces.
Meanwhile, Javier, with Gracelle clinging to his back, her arms wrapped tightly around him in a dreamy smile, glanced over his shoulder. He had already cast his Ultimate Barrier skill over both of them, a shimmering field of protection that hummed softly in the air.
