Sylvester's heart sank at the words. He was unprepared for it. His plans had not even reached the final stage, let alone completion. Nor was he strong enough to participate in the war and survive until the end.
WRAAA!
A deafening roar echoed through the air, as the Dragons circled above the Holy Land. Unfortunately, the mere sound caused many weak-hearted individuals to collapse, never to awaken again.
"Y-Your Holiness! Won't they attack?" Sylvester asked, struggling to speak coherently as he felt such fear after a long time. A single dragon in the sky was larger than a five-story building. Its scales shimmered as if imbued with magic, and its eyes sparkled with an all-knowing gaze.
Clank!
Sylvester took his spear in his hands. "Why so sudden?"
