The battlefield was suddenly thrust into an unseemly situation.
Camelot and the Demon Empire faced off against The Empire, but now there was White City who had suddenly inserted themselves into the mix.
Arthur, Mordred and Noah could immediately tell with absolute certainty that this army of White City's was much different than it had been in the past. Its aura was more oppressive, its momentum much more frightening, and the commander at its helm was on a completely different level.
Noah's sharp gaze swept toward City Lord White's direction. They were still over a kilometer away, but by the time they broke out into a charge, it wouldn't even take a few minutes for them to cross over the final distance.
"Meralda!"
"Yes, Empress?"
The moment Mordred called out, a succubus demon stepped forward.
"Take Aina to the back line. Take some help with you to carry her things."
