The mechanical armor of the Etheric Academy has disintegrated.
Not long after its frenzied rampage, this gold-devouring beast, which had consumed untold resources, collapsed into a heap of scrap metal.
Now, no one dares to speak, and the grand hall of the palace is silent as the grave.
The light screen projects the chaotic battlefield.
It's no exaggeration to say that this vast plain has almost been bombed into a basin by the Black Knight. Its sword can tear a chasm in the earth, and his blade can lift the ground, not to mention the array of light-essence spells known for their energy output.
For the Etheric Academy, there is good news and bad news.
