God-Demon Battlefield (1)

On the morning of the fifteenth day, Amnath City lay beneath a light blanket of dense fog, while the sea breeze carried a damp, salty tang.

Everyone had already gathered in the Governor's Mansion hall, and the atmosphere was grave.

No one wore any unnecessary expression, yet similar lights flickered in their eyes—resolve mixed with faint unease.

Ang stood at the very front, his gaze sweeping over one familiar face after another.

"Are you all ready?" he asked quietly.

No one spoke. Only their uniform gazes answered him—steady and resolute as mountains.

Ang drew a deep breath, opened his palm, and raised the Tier 4 Teleportation Scroll he had prepared long ago.

The scroll's magic quietly swelled through the air. The paper shattered inch by inch, and a dazzling pillar of light crashed down, instantly enveloping everyone.

A brief gust swept through the hall. The air fell silent as if it had been drained away, and Ang's group vanished from where they stood, leaving behind only faint ripples in space.

At the entrance, Natiya stood beneath the stone steps, watching the lingering glow of the fading pillar of light with a solemn expression. Her lips moved slightly, but she ultimately said nothing.

The Minotaur chieftain beside her remained silent, his gaze profound.

One in the light, one in the shadows, they took over all affairs in Amnath City from that moment onward.

Natiya, a Tier 2 Magic Archer, became the acting leader in public.

The Minotaur chieftain, meanwhile, remained hidden behind the scenes like an undercurrent, ready to handle any sudden chaos.

The sensation of teleportation was as it had always been—as though they were forcibly dragged through countless layers of space, their senses distorted and time blurred.

When everything settled, they were standing in an immense space that felt