Gaya hesitated no more. She saw how powerful and formidable this enemy was, to be able to bombard three magic warships alone. And now, she had no other choice and could only withdraw most magic warships back to the rear and it would be considered her victory!
"———!"
Shortly after, the dazzling, golden signaling beam shot up from the flagship, capturing the attention of that mysterious enemy. Meanwhile, the surrounding red fog surged and gathered toward the flagship. Looking at this scene, Gaya turned grim. She held the harp in her hands and strummed the strings.
Clang———!
