Beneath the moonlight, Caesar, draped in a hazy layer of moonlight, gently flapped those strange, palm-like fleshy wings, and his body rose and fell slightly.
He had stopped making that terrifying howl and was now looking down at the earth with a cold gaze.
After the terrifying sound stopped, the several Round Table Knights no longer felt dizzy... It seemed that it had not been some kind of sonic attack.
But they could not determine whether it had left behind any hidden dangers—after all, the person before them was a thug who had seized the power of the Holy Armor through unknown means. No one knew what other special effects might be concealed in that howl.
Gareth and the others remained completely still, seeking to respond to the myriad changes by sticking to constancy.
Yet as time passed, everything around them remained normal. Aside from the wind turning chilly... it seemed that the howl had not actually caused any mental harm.
Caesar still hovered proudly in the air like a king, looking down upon the earth.
The doctor suddenly furrowed his brow, his expression changing drastically. He even blurted out, "What did you say? The Mist Capital is in revolt?!"
"What happened?"
The other four all turned to look at the doctor.
His expression was grave. At the same time, he looked up at Caesar beneath the moonlit sky and gritted his teeth. "Right now, all the registered orcs in every district of the Mist Capital are in a berserk state, destroying things everywhere... Look!"
The doctor pointed into the distance. That was the direction of the Mist Capital's urban districts. Everyone looked over and saw sparks of fire rising into the sky. Half the city had already been dyed crimson, and raging flames could even be seen atop several