The ground trembled as searing flames and frigid frost erupted near the Scourge's bottom outer tower.
The girl could only sense intense currents of emotion colliding on the distant battlefield.
The knights summoned by the gray mist did not even get a chance to charge before they were scattered by a barbarian warrior descending from the sky.
"Where did these... Magic Automatons come from?"
The sounds of magic exploding on the battlefield were too deafening, so the girl could only raise her voice to ask where these powerful warriors and Spellcasters had come from.
They were not beings who lived in the real world, but aggregates of emotional energy from the World of Consciousness.
The girl knew that much. Compared to humans, they were closer to Magic Automatons—Magic Automatons with immense power.
"Of course, they came from the shared impressions of countless Holy Spirit Players around the world."
Joshua looked at the battle between the gray mist and the heroes of the Holy Spirit Battlefield in the distance. It could only be described as spectacular.
As time passed, Foya had gained increasingly powerful control within Consciousness Space, and the number of "full-build heroes" she could command had reached seven.
Seven heroes equipped with Godly Equipment faced a legion of more than two hundred gray mist knights, yet the battle remained completely one-sided.
"Holy Spirit?" The girl raised a hand to shield her eyes again. A Spellcaster surrounded by Runes of different colors summoned another massive meteor from the sky.
The meteor crashed directly behind the Gray Mist Knight Order, and the magic power bursting from it smashed the gray mist knights preparing to charge into pieces.
Fragments of armor, limbs, and shattered horseflesh littered the ground.
The rising heat wave swept all the way across the river. The girl could