"Miss Irithel, is there anything you need from me?" Ramiel's deep voice echoed.
"Our scouts saw an army of Underworlders with roughly one million soldiers marching towards the Jasper Empire. With the size of their army, they should arrive in a month." Irithel muttered over the device. Her face was solemn as she uttered those words. She had fought the Underworlders herself and she knew how dangerous they were. If it weren't for Albert's help back then, she might have suffered serious injuries or even died!
The Underworlders fight in a savage and reckless manner. They didn't even care if they would trample their comrades to death. They were unafraid of pain and their bodies were as tough as metals!
