About an hour had passed since the beginning of Roshoka's theatrics. The overview of the battlefield inside his memory fossil was still ongoing, but the atmosphere inside the Nexus Hall was quite different from how it had been at the beginning. For instance, the vindicative monologue everyone had been forced to listen to was no longer audible.
Just like the guests, Duke Roshoka himself was staring wide-eyed at the battlefield, a hint of disbelief tainting his otherwise unreadable gaze. The members of the parasite clan, whose interest had never been in the battle initially, were now absolutely focused on what was happening at the center of the battlefield.
The replica of the Duke's towers was still mostly surrounded by the rune formation. But in the part where a gap had been opened up by one of the soldiers, a dense group was massacring the beasts with incredible efficiency.
