Logan Quinn nodded. "Let us focus on what we can do. If he can fair with the Black Gold Ironclad Crab, then we have a chance to hold the line."
Back on surface, hope started to rise among the defenders with the high-level mages and mid-level mages rallying.
But for Luke, the battle had barely begun.
The weather forecast for the Magic Capital predicted cloudy skies with occasional sunshine.
But now, the drizzle and overcast gloom blanketed the Bund, creating an eerie and foreboding atmosphere.
The grim scene only amplified the terror of the invading Kraken horde.
The Crimson River was swarming with tens of thousands of Kraken, led by the grim-faced crabs.
Standing out among them was a massive commander-level demon: the Black Gold Ironclad Crab.
The thirty-meter monstrosity brandished its dark-gold pincers with a menacing aura, their sharp edges rippling with space-distorting energy.
