When there were strong leaders, the people prospered.
The City of Carthage….did not have weak leaders.
Behind the Walls of Carthage that had begun to glow with thousands of Ability Gems being cast at once, as well the battlement towers on the wall that had released the massive arrows capable of shooting down massive creatures.
In the Corrupted Airship, Gem Master Azazel, Rachel, and Charlie heard the booming voice of the Galanis Bloodline Branch Leader asking for Claire, as well as the shouts of their own Branch Leaders that effectively were calls to defend their home and attack their enemies!
Even from afar, they could sense the oppressive aura that the Beast Tide was imposing on Carthage, and Azazel shut his eyes as he whispered silently.
"Stay safely as far away as you can, Young Master…head to the Ascendant Branch of our Asmodeus Bloodline without looking back. Please. Please!"
