"So we meet, child of Solis!"
Sylvester felt hopelessness, powerlessness, and many more varied emotions. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Zelfim didn't die, nor was he able to approach Emperor Lich.
He looked back at the battlefield. The Winter Army had already started to massacre the barbarians from the Borzol faction. But it was all meaningless if the major problems could not be solved.
Boom!
"Fuck!" A sudden curse left Sylvester's mouth, and he fell hard. Not only he but the entire army, be it human or undead, all fell, for the earth shook as if the world was ending.
The sounds of clashing steel and the eruptions of elemental energies echoed through the mountain passes, as Lady Aurora and Gideon Gracia locked in a fierce battle with the formidable Zelfim Borzol. Each impact of their respective weapons was like a cataclysm, causing the very earth to tremble and mountains to crumble into dust.
