With the battle over, Fokas Fortress's reinforcements confirmed that Indy Mountain Pass's defenses were secure.
They withdrew at dawn the following day, leaving behind only two hundred warriors from Indy Mountain Pass to continue holding this strategic location.
Though the smoke of war had dispersed from the battlefield, everyone knew that this peace was merely a brief respite before the next storm.
That morning, sunlight rarely filtered through gaps in the heavy clouds.
Ang was inspecting the defensive magic array within Fortress No. 3, adjusting the positions of several runes to ensure the formation would operate steadily if they were ambushed again.
He was so focused that he did not notice the beads of sweat sliding down from his forehead.
Suddenly, a set of steady footsteps sounded behind him. Red appeared at his back.
"Ang." Red's voice was as low as ever.
Ang looked up. Seeing the hint of hesitation on the other man's face, he knew it was probably not good news. "What is it?"
"Fokas Fortress has issued a transfer order. You need to carry out a mission," Red said bluntly.
"A transfer order? What mission?" Ang frowned at him in confusion.
"I don't know either." Red shook his head, clearly somewhat dissatisfied with the matter as well. "They only sent a transfer order, specifically requiring you to arrive at Fokas Fortress in three days. They didn't disclose any details of the mission."
Ang's eyes flickered. He instinctively thought of the Church of Light, and his expression immediately darkened. "Can I refuse?"
"This isn't a request. It's an order." Red's tone turned serious. "It's an official transfer order. You have no choice."
Hearing that, Ang fell silent for a moment. Though he had his doubts, he also understood the rules of the God-Demon Battlefield.
No matter how unwilling