Half an hour had passed since Voltrex had released his Killing Intent, plunging the Eternal Sages and those above across the Western Continent into chaos.
The Empire and its duchies' army of five and a half million was steadily advancing toward Ironvale Fortress from every direction, while within the fortress itself, the Banes army was reinforcing both their defenses and offensive lines.
Before the iron gates of Ironvale Fortress, the shadows shifted, and from beneath them, Vyaghra emerged, holding Voltrex by the arms.
"L-Lord Vyaghra," Aurelion, who had been observing the surroundings from the highest tower of the pillar, murmured as he sensed his presence.
His gaze shifted to the frail old man, his body stained with dried blood and grey hair covering his face, supported by Vyaghra.
"Don't tell me he is... Open the gates!" Aurelion commanded, rushing out of the fortress.
A storm of emotions surged within him, sweat trickling down his temples.
