Long-range attacks and missiles were launched toward Arthur and Alvey—not to strike them down but to obliterate the pillars supporting the dead Leviathans' bodies.
Yet, Arthur halted them in time effortlessly, not sparing a glance as he continued his conjuration alongside Alvey.
Alvey periodically assessed the battlefield, sending out orders before returning his focus to the spell he and Arthur were cooking.
Evan, said a silent prayer for the unfortunate Aramisians, before he turned to enter a command tent to rest, feeling the exhaustion from the earlier fighting weigh heavily on him.
He had barely taken a step when Arthur's Faux True Voice boomed out.
|¬Eureka! ¬|
In the wake of that proclamation, a wave of demonic energy erupted, radiating in all directions and casting a black light across the sky.
Evan whirled around, and his jaw nearly dropped in astonishment as he witnessed the source of this sudden surge.
