CHAPTER 1011
SIX WEEKS LATER!
Weeks blurred past in a frenetic haze of activity.
During these six weeks, the atmosphere from Bronzeland to Arondale had turned incredibly hectic.
Every single individual, from the highest-ranking commander to the newest recruit, had been occupied with preparing for the incoming cataclysm like never before.
Randin had effectively sealed himself within the searing depths of his cave, laboring tirelessly to forge weapons that would turn the tide of the struggle.
Grey's allies were equally industrious, equipping themselves with a vast array of artifacts and armaments.
Fenrir, in particular, received a specialized storage ring from Randin, which he promptly filled with his collection of lethal magical parchments.
Those who weren't actively engaged in combat training were busy fortifying their defenses and mental resolve as much as they possibly could.
