"Sian, what exactly have you done? What are you doing now? What the hell is going on here?!"
The thunderous roar rang through the clouds, and the surging spiritual fluctuations even solidified into a storm that swept the dust and shattered stones from the ground. For a moment, the area beneath the temporary tower where Whisper of Destruction resided was forcibly compressed into a vacuum by the explosive spiritual shockwave. It was clear just how furious and agitated the fat nobleman standing in the street and shouting like a child was.
Without question, this rather dusty and disheveled-looking, ill-mannered fellow yelling at the earthen-gray tower was Mr. Donnila, the Star Wolf, who had hurried over to interrogate Punk.
As the Temporary Alliance Leader of the Faerun plane Guardian Alliance, dragged into the affair by Mestur, unfortunate Augustine could truly be called a complete fool who had understood nothing about the situation from beginning to end.
First, he had come to a terrifying battlefield that looked simple on the surface but was actually unfathomably deep, all for the generous reward verbally promised by the Archmage. Then, without any warning, he had been controlled by his own boss and turned into a convenient tool. Just when the Star Husky, having learned his lesson and resolved to serve his country loyally, intended to faithfully help Lord Mestur with his troubles until he could break free of control and turn around to flee, the entire war situation had been thrown into complete chaos overnight...
First, the Valkyrie Ibefil, who had gone out to purify crops, was inexplicably killed. Then came the sudden disintegration of the Kalamus Empire and the abrupt eruption of enormous chaos. Yet the priests of the Pantheon kept their mouths shut, Punk remained inside his magic tower without stepping outside, and