As the ethereal dragon struggled to regain its footing amidst the rubble of the partially destroyed Guardian Guild headquarters, Michael drew forth his dark swords, their blades gleaming with a malevolent aura. With a commanding gesture, he summoned the dark flames to enshroud both blades, imbuing them with dark flames.
His eyes scanning the battleground, Michael focused his attention on the remaining guardians. In the sky, a group of fifty to sixty guardians hovered, their determination evident despite the overwhelming odds. Around the headquarters, a sizable force of a hundred to a hundred and fifty guardians stood their ground. Over the sea, fifty to sixty warships bobbed in the waves while an equal number of airships dotted the airspace above.
