Dawn broke, painting the eastern horizon with hues of pale orange and pink.
Alex surveyed the numerous death angels, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. This battle had yielded a bountiful harvest: one Sovereign level, four Emperor level, and countless King and Monarch level undead.
The Angel Holy City remained intact but stood eerily silent, a ghost town devoid of life.
She wasn't worried about the battle at the other branch. A two-on-one fight was a guaranteed victory. Her only concern was Wind. If he failed, the entire Eldoria continent would face the wrath of the Angel race.
Just as she turned her gaze northward, a massive bolt of lightning, reminiscent of Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, struck from the sky!
She had a feeling that was the location of the Eldoria continent's core.
