God of Revelry

"Damn it! What the hell was this guy up to?"

Ajani frowned deeply, completely unable to figure out the other party's intentions.

But the chaotic situation clearly did not give him much time to think. Before long, the endless stream of Monsters charging forward forced him to focus on fighting.

Although defeating most Monsters was no challenge at all for a Planeswalker who had traveled through multiple planes, Xenagos lurking in the shadows was a tremendous threat.

Especially after the other party had already launched a sneak attack on Elspeth once, Ajani did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.

After all, the spells he excelled at did not grant him defensive power as formidable as Elspeth's. His abilities leaned more toward purification, healing, and the soul.

Fortunately, with Xenagos himself gone, the offensives of this astonishingly vast Monster army no longer seemed as ferocious and frenzied as before.

Under Ajani and Elspeth's leadership, the army of Akros began to regroup. Bit by bit, they sealed the breaches, then wiped out the enemies who had stormed into the city to burn, kill, and plunder.

Roughly two or three hours later, the Monsters within the city had been purged. The Monster army outside scattered in panic, retreating into the endless mountains and dense forests. At last, the crisis was completely resolved.

No matter how one looked at it, this was a story brimming with the style of Theros: heroes appeared at the critical moment and turned the tide.

In particular, the two Planeswalkers who had suddenly appeared and joined the battle received praise and gratitude from everyone in the city-state, from top to bottom.

But Elspeth and Ajani knew full well that this entire matter reeked of something strange. There was most likely an enormous conspiracy behind it, and