A curtain of light rose.
The battle between the red dragon and Leviathan came to a halt. Space twisted, and both Mel and Kiriri vanished.
Having lost its Magic Source, the giant beast clamped its jaws around the red dragon and tore open an entrance to the underworld.
In the distant mountains, a group of church personnel lay collapsed on the ground. Their magic power had been drained dry to sustain the powerful spell.
This had been a collaboration between the Truth Society and the Sun Worship Cult. They had also drawn many usable personnel from the Northern Church to serve as magic batteries, allowing them to cast this extraordinarily powerful spell.
Mel had nowhere to evade, because traces of time magic remained on his body. Besides, a god had been pushing this matter from behind the scenes.
At Gard's warfront, Libria guarded the city. Mel had yet to arrive, and a faint sense of unease rose in her heart.
With teleportation magic, he could have reached Gard's city in an instant. Moreover, Mel had mastered one-way teleportation magic and did not need a teleportation array.
"Did Mel go to another city?"
The Gard Empire's army had already arrived on the frontline plains. Their leader was Eugene, commander of the Imperial Knight Order. They could be considered old acquaintances, but now they stood on opposing sides.
The battle report was swiftly sent back to the city by scouts using Communication Devices. Libria knew she had to head to the front. If Lord Mel was absent, she was the only one who could contend with Sword Saint Eugene.
She used teleportation magic to arrive at the warfront.
The two armies were already at swords' points. Saik frowned deeply. By all rights, Lord Mel should have appeared at the front by now.