"Get ready!"
The heated air up, the sky roared with black smoke and dark clouds.
"We will win!" Demien relentlessly chanted those sentences.
The pounding on the shield border and the booming sound of the fireballs were not as loud as Demien's voice.
'Look at that. Whose son is that?'
Brice admired his firstborn. He was a spitting image of himself. He was so proud of his own genes because of that.
It was the moment he was distracted by the sound of liquid pouring down. A few parts of the border started to leave a gap in between.
Brice and Demien frowned.
At any moment, the soldiers would pour in.
Brice clicked his tongue when the sudden massive force dominated the sky.
The gloomy sky turned darker with the arrival of the enormous wyvern. It was more than 12 meters. And top of it was the warrior from the enemy sides.
Demien's eyes twitched. He knew the person on top of the wyvern.
