The dazzling radiances that streaked across the night sky disrupted his thoughts. He looked up frantically—a gigantic battleship gradually emerged from behind the mountain with its hull facing the battlefield. Shortly after, another string of glaring brilliance erupted.
The momentum has shifted.
Vandal understood clearly that he was guaranteed to lose this battle if this continued. The enemy was ready and had been waiting for him to take the bait. As a commander, he was aware that the Undead Army's struggles were only instinctive. The emergence of the magic cannons and Valkyries Army became the last straw that overwhelmed the balance. If he didn't come up with changes, it would be almost inevitable that he would fail.
Almost… but it wasn't for sure. If he held a powerful force to completely overwhelm the enemy, he might still stand a chance to defeat them and conquer the fortress!
