Orson quickly repositioned his Mirror of Folding above the God-Emperor's Palace, keeping a close eye on Cain's movements. He frowned. Cain, consumed by rage, had not pursued him. Instead, it seemed the bloodline heir was focused on restoring his strength through the God-Emperor's Combat Arts.
Meanwhile, Cain's NPC army had suffered massive losses after the bloody skirmishes and Godslayer's relentless counterattack. It was only a matter of time before the remnants were wiped out. But Orson remained cautious—Cain likely had more tricks up his sleeve.
Madman: "Something's not right! A huge fleet of magic warships just appeared over Pondenorlin City! I don't know if they're headed for us or not!"
Orson's brow furrowed as he quickly asked, "Whose fleet is it?"
After a few seconds, Madman replied: "Looks like Archer's Guild and Priest's Guild—I'm sure of it. I saw their crests."
Orson felt a sinking feeling in his gut.
