The Demon Tide's onslaught had already swept toward the last untouched land of the Kalamus Empire. The arrival of disaster turned the once-boundless sky blood-red, as though it had been dyed by blood spreading from a wound.
Unfortunately, the three Morningstar Professionals who should have stepped forward to protect tens of billions of ordinary people clearly had no spare time for such trivial, unimportant matters. Anthony, who had not been assigned many tasks, had chosen to leave the chaotic battlefield early and stay out of it, while Punk and Donnila, burdened with "great responsibility," had brazenly begun fighting beside the Horaka Defense Line.
Honestly, the terrifying momentum and astonishing destruction unleashed when those two Morningstar Professionals fought to the death without restraint could practically be considered assistance to the demons in destroying the already fragile Karamus.
Amid deafening explosions that shattered space, vast energy shockwaves nearly erased every bit of matter within a radius of tens of millions of kilometers. Even someone looking toward the Horaka Defense Line from the borders of the Kalamus Empire would have easily seen those dazzling clusters of "little suns," flashing with an instant brilliance that overwhelmed the light of Mira and Chikasa. And because so many energy eruptions connected heaven and earth, the low temperatures of Winter Season throughout the Kalamus Empire had long since risen to the scorching heat of Sunscorched Season during this earth-shaking battle.
"..."
"So this is the power of Morningstar Professionals? The destructive force of a Morningstar killer move can abruptly alter the temperature and climate of an entire empire. It's hard to imagine that there are even higher professional ranks above such monsters."
Spreading her white wings as she soared through black-and-red clouds, the Legendary White Dragon Serallin, flying at high speed to get as far from the