Leviathan's mountain-sized corpse towered on the horizon, silhouetted against the blood-red setting sun. The clouds hung low, and a few crystal clusters still circled above it, making a final desperate stand. New···..
Across the battlefield, the fighting was already nearing its end. Looking down from the sky, the silver flood representing the Silver Elves' army from Quilinar's Holy Silver Valley and the black army of the Dead Moon Empire had split into four groups, chasing the remnants of purple across the black earth from every direction. The crystal clusters had shattered into pieces, scattering sparsely into the mist in all directions.
Above the sky, ship after ship of black warships was entering the battlefield.
Those Floating Battleships, which looked like ghost ships, appeared in midair like illusory shadows. Space twisted on a massive scale, and amid the distortion, the warships solidified one after another.
"Your Majesty, our fleet has entered the battlefield."
"Hmph."
The Supreme One holding the Mercury Staff let out a cold snort. Yet not a trace of emotion stirred in her dark eyes. Although everyone—or rather, every undead—understood that the lich Dalin definitely harbored ulterior motives.
"Tell Dalin that it arrived at just the right time. Have it prepare for battle."
Isaac froze for a moment, then hurriedly lowered his head. "But Your Majesty, the battle is already nearing its end."
The woman turned around and glanced at him casually. That single look made Isaac feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as though his every thought had been seen through. The undead mage trembled with fear and hurriedly lowered his head.
"I-I-I understand, Your Majesty."
"What do you understand, Isaac?"
"I..."
She raised her snow-white index finger and pointed toward the battlefield. "Does the Dead Moon Empire have only one enemy left?"
Her