Royal Palace Hall.
The air inside the hall had stagnated to the point of suffocation.
The ministers had fled back to the palace in disarray, their robes rumpled and cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
Whenever they glanced out the windows, they saw the distant sky split in two—one half a holy golden choir, the other a decaying black bell tower. Even from several miles away, the shockwaves from the clash of energies made the crystal chandeliers tremble faintly.
Even after escaping back here, faced with such a scene,
some still clutched their chests, trying to suppress their pounding hearts, while others stood trembling on weak legs, barely supporting themselves against the hall's massive pillars.
Was this what a battle between heroes looked like?
Ordinary professionals were not even qualified to watch.
At that moment! The side doors of the hall slowly opened.
Brittany entered steadily, supported by a young maid. Her skirt was not the slightest bit rumpled, and she remained as dignified and composed as ever.
Only, compared to the delight on her face when Courage Week had begun, she was now cold as ice.
Following close behind her were two tall skeletons with insect wings growing from their backs. Behind them came fully armed King's Personal Guards, blades drawn as they kept watch in every direction.
"Your Majesty!" The military commander stepped forward, his armor clanking. "Please relocate to the underground fortress to ensure your—"
Brittany raised a finger slightly, and the commander's words came to an abrupt stop.
"It's fine," Brittany said softly.
If Wu Heng died, she would not survive either. Whether she went to the fortress or not made little difference.
Besides, Wu Heng had known about their actions in advance. He definitely would not lose.
The hall fell silent again for several minutes.