The Tide Begins to Turn
"What did you say...?"
"If you really want to save as many as possible, I need you to stay here and prepare yourself. Sir Max is too old and can no longer exert as much strength as before, and without Victor or Isabella around no one aside from you and Lane could handle those things over there."
Clara slowly raised her hand and pointed beyond the endless battlefield.
Far in the distance...
Two colossal undead dragons rested upon a barren hill like patient kings waiting for their moment to descend. Their enormous skeletal bodies were wrapped in black mist. Every breath escaping their jaws carried chilling cemetery-cold mana that froze the surrounding grass.
Neither had moved.
Neither needed to.
Their empty eye sockets overlooked the battlefield as though the massacre unfolding below was nothing more than entertainment.
Videl felt her heart sink.
If creatures like those entered the battle...
The defenders would have no chance.
