The crystal clusters surged like a purple tide, swallowing the last stretch of gray city wall standing amid the waves.
The countless crystal insects packed together resembled a gigantic, writhing mother clinging to the earth. The slow process of that mother devouring everything was enough to leave anyone suffocating in despair.
Another flag disappeared into the purple ocean.
It seemed to spin once before sinking into the vortex like a lone sail, signifying another army's complete defeat at the hands of the crystal clusters.
Inside the tower.
Xiu'an barred the door and shouted at his superior in desperation, "Knight Captain, we're surrounded!"
"Hush—" Death seemed close at hand, yet the female knight with a deep scar across her face calmly raised a finger to her lips, signaling for him to be quiet. She pointed overhead and said to the young knight, "Listen."
The last fortress lay ahead.
On the battlements, Veronica, Mangrove, Vala, the Old Chancellor, Duke Mehotofen, and Duke Ludwig wore solemn expressions. Below them, the Cruzian lines were already thinner than a sheet of paper.
Yet every one of them was staring at the sky.
The thick clouds were parting.
A gigantic halo slowly rippled open across the southern horizon of the Wilds of the Four Borders, pushing away the clouds for thousands of miles...
Several hundred miles from Babel Fortress.
Above the sea of clouds thousands of meters up, the Baruvito emerged from the clouds and once again saw the Cruz, which had appeared on the other side of the stratocumulus.
Under the sunlight, the commanders of the Hazel people and the Cruzian people aboard their respective resplendent flagships watched the Wilds of the Four Borders below through observation instruments. Both wore grave expressions.
Beyond Olo Forest, a gigantic Black Sphere stretched between heaven and earth. Its