One or two arcs of light swept across the entire battlefield, the radiance of magic crisscrossing in midair. Occasionally, stray arrows struck the towering Resonance Crystal Towers, and the explosions outlined a hemispherical web.
Beneath the cloud-covered sky, the King of Wizards, clad in purple robes, watched the enormous black sphere at the center of the battlefield with a solemn expression—the passage through which the Goddess of the Dead Moon had been transported to this world. At that moment, seven or eight Gates of Light opened one after another beside him, and several more Artificer Wizards stepped out.
The Crystal Clusters in the distance discovered the enemies in this direction and came shrieking over. Tulamann glanced toward them. Silver light flickered in his eyes as he spread his fingers, and countless transparent rectangles appeared in midair, their outlines woven from intersecting Law Lines. The Crystal Clusters could not stop in time and slammed into the crisscrossing spatial rifts. They burst apart like fireworks, shattering into pieces.
Tulamann turned toward the center of the battlefield and said, "The Cruzians encountered the Azure Calamity in Alqash. Ajani has already sent back word, but the King of Ability Clan and the Crystal Cluster Tyrant are still nowhere to be found."
Solomon nodded.
Tulamann said, "The Twilight Dragon may have another scheme, but we can't afford to worry about that right now. We have only this much strength. Holding back out of fear will only cause trouble. At least for now, I think we have to take the offensive. The sooner we free up our forces, the more situations we'll be able to handle."
He raised his silver brows. "The mortals have gained more experience as well. After three years of war, the Crystal Clusters' weaknesses have also been exposed to us. Lady Freya's