Just as Benjamin had predicted.
After experiencing once more the terror of the sky being torn apart, the deadlock at the negotiating table was broken at an incomprehensible speed.
The king and the High Priest of the temple jointly declared that the will of the gods had descended.
The conflict between humans and Orcs was temporarily set aside, and a hasty yet rigorous alliance was swiftly forged under the witness of the deities.
Though the Elven Kingdom remained partially neutral, its delegation also signed a "non-Aggression Pact" and pledged to provide resource aid when necessary.
A full-scale offensive against the "foreign demons" was placed on the agenda.
The moment the alliance was formed, the entire Eloria City became like a powder keg set alight, instantly plunging into feverish frenzy.
Conscription orders covered every street and alley, while bugle calls rose and fell in succession, their majestic waves of sound shaking the heavens.
The blacksmiths' shops thundered through the night, flames soaring into the sky and staining the night red as countless swords, blades, and suits of armor were forged day and night.
City guards clad in silver armor patrolled back and forth, their gazes sharp and their spirits high. Compared to usual, they carried a few more traces of grim killing intent and fervor.
Benjamin stood on the high balcony of his residence, overlooking the city ignited by the passion of war.
He could clearly sense an unprecedented, majestic force rising from every corner of the Royal Capital—a vast Mortal Aura woven from fear, rage, fanaticism, piety, and hatred!
During this period, the reserves of Mortal Aura within his Internal Space had grown at an exaggerated rate. They had never been so active, yet never so mixed and impure.
"The time has come." Benjamin raised his head and looked toward