Kael abruptly turned around and pulled an alchemical signal gun from the weapon rack on the wall.
His hand was shaking with a kind of excitement on the brink of losing control, like a gambler finally touching his last chip before going broke.
He still had a trump card—five tons of black fire magic burst.
Just trigger the cliff, and millions of tons of rocks would avalanche down, burying thousands of out-of-control mobs along with Louis's vanguard troops in the canyon.
Kael rushed onto the terrace.
The torrential rain hit him in the face, and the wind roared in his ears.
He aimed at the pitch-black night sky and fiercely pulled the trigger.
"Boom——!!"
The black signal flare shrieked into the sky, exploding into a thick black smoke in the rainy night.
It was the agreed upon signal of destruction.
"Explode!" Kael screamed towards the left cliff, his voice almost tearing his throat, "Blow it all up!! Bury them all!!"
He stared intently at the direction of Eagle's Beak Rock.
