The fifteen elite Tamers plummeted from the sky like a volley of human meteors, diving directly toward the colossal mechanical artifact.
There was absolutely no room left for hesitation. Every single second they gifted Selthia alone was a second closer to the adamantium tower buckling and the castle gates flying open. They attacked in a dead sprint, abandoning any semblance of cautious probing.
But Selthia had been anticipating an engagement exactly like this.
The powerful flow of her corrupted mana, guided by the hyper-complex runic arrays she had spent decades meticulously developing and carving beneath the continent, had forcefully pooled in the open space directly in front of the castle.
It had coalesced into a massive, hyper-dense ethereal dome.
Her unkillable Diamond-rank artifact did not stand alone in the front. It was heavily garrisoned.
