The vast forest had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by a larger area of scorched earth.
Anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that a tragic war had taken place here.
In fact, the war had not ended yet. It had been going on all along.
The official sorcerers from the various sorcerer towers who were in charge of providing reinforcements were gathered around the wasteland.
There were also a large number of Guardian Knights riding on warhorses and warbeasts, guarding the Magi who were following them.
Huge war machines were in operation, constantly launching attacks at the central area.
Each strike was enough to shatter mountains and kill countless living beings.
In an ordinary planar war, a few attacks would be enough to break through the enemy's defenses.
If an ordinary city was attacked, it would have been razed to the ground, and the enemies in the city would not be left alive.
