Reinforcements had arrived, but the overstretched city defenses crumbled under the relentless attack of the Magical Beast Army.
The skyward surge of bloody light was visible for dozens of miles around. Even those who had never studied magic could feel the thick elemental aura.
"Magic Crystal Mine!"
Governor Piers said coldly.
The murderous intent in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts. Viscount O'Toole by his side was so frightened that he trembled.
A Magic Crystal Mine, this strategic resource, was not something a minor noble could possess. A tiny mine with low reserves was one thing.
But judging from the commotion now exposed, this was undoubtedly a large Magic Crystal Mine. Even the Dalton Family, a Major Noble, wouldn't be able to swallow such a thing, yet Viscount O'Toole had dared to hide and extract it in secret.
What's worse, this secret mining operation was likely not a matter of a day or two, but possibly ongoing for a hundred years.
