Meanwhile, Kiara's helicopter continued rising slowly.
Noah kept the aircraft stable, carefully increasing altitude.
Since the enemy possessed 7-star strength, she wanted enough height to launch Hellfire missiles if necessary. Firing those weapons required a minimum altitude of around one hundred meters above the targets.
Besides, the situation seemed temporarily under control.
But Kiara was growing restless.
She leaned forward in the commander's seat and watched the battlefield through the targeting screens.
The soldiers were holding the line.
Magnus had stabilized the sky battle.
The undead army was struggling under the artificial sunlight.
And that… was not good.
Kiara had come here to help the prince.
If the army managed to defeat the enemies by themselves, Magnus might appreciate the helicopter's presence, but he would not feel truly indebted.
The fewer casualties there were before she intervened…
The smaller the value of her assistance.
Kiara clicked her tongue.
