Dizzy and muddleheaded.
That was how Char felt right now.
The two sides had been in direct contact for several days. Though neither had launched a full-scale assault, probing attacks had never ceased.
Countless attacks streaked across the sky every second, like comets of countless colors dragging long tails as they struck at the other side.
Faced with such high-intensity operations, as one of the Sorcery Tower's overseers, he naturally had to work himself to the bone, focusing all his attention on maintaining its normal functioning.
The war machines in the sky still hung high above, occupying the heavens like colossal beasts.
Neither side had yet lost its most important weapons. They were merely carrying out twenty-four-hour harassment without pause, tying down each other's main forces.
And on the ground, upon that land which had only recently been born.
Hundreds of millions of Magic Beast troops were slaughtering one another with equally innumerable psionic mechanical troops. The roaring herds of Magic Beasts and the emotionless machines formed a stark contrast, cleaving the battlefield apart.
Magical fluctuations and chaotic energy tides rose and fell in succession. All manner of attacks and ammunition flew freely, while torrents of blood and mechanical fragments sprayed endlessly through the air.
In just a few days.
Countless wreckages had already blanketed the surface of the not-so-large land in an entire layer. A casual step would splash up blood and engine oil.
Mingling around the fringes of the battlefield, Orsaga relied on the camouflage granted by his talent. He neither attacked any living being, nor did any living being attempt to attack him. Like an invisible Spectre on the battlefield, he moved about freely, casually picking out souls that no one had noticed.
Orsaga did not touch those powerful souls, because someone might be watching them, and