Under the setting sun, the golden afterglow covered the ground.
Under the light of the setting sun, the entire west city wall of Dendera was plated with a layer of gold, shining brilliantly like an indestructible holy city.
While Roy and the others were waiting for dusk to descend tens of kilometers away, they did not know that at this moment, Dendera was welcoming a familiar face to them…
In the square behind the city hall, a large number of Tower troops were standing and waiting in battle formation. Several mages and heroes of the kingdom of Bradacad stood silently not far from the silver spatial gate, quietly looking at the vortex in the center of the spatial gate.
The leader of these wizard heroes was an old man with a thick white beard, wearing a magnificent robe and a mage hood. His face was solemn.
Standing beside this old man was a dark blue djinn. But unlike ordinary djinns, this one had lightning flashing all over.
