Everyone's mood was heavy. They pushed themselves to travel at full speed, and silence hung over the group.
Several scholars who had been excited when the two academicians summoned them now looked subdued, their expressions grave.
The route they had been tracking was far too quiet.
There was only one explanation: the defenses set up along the way had likely all been wiped out!
"Have you found anything below?"
The battlefield high above, where they traveled in the dead of night, was shrouded in dense demonic fog, making it nearly impossible to see the ground. So every so often, Windsor sent someone down to the lower altitudes where the Magic Cloud thinned to investigate the ground and see if they could find any traces of the battle.
Reilo had said very little the entire time.
As they drew closer to the metal fortress, their mood grew even heavier. The sounds of energy explosions that occasionally erupted in every direction seemed far away, yet each one felt as though it had struck them in the heart.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Several figures suddenly emerged through the demonic fog, catching the group completely off guard.
Both sides were startled, only relaxing once they recognized each other.
"Are you the resident consultants here? Hmm... Where are the airships and soldiers?"
Before anyone could speak, the elderly woman leading the other group asked first.
After a brief moment of surprise, everyone turned to look at Windsor.
They had followed the orders of this master, who carried a Royal Scholar Consultant's token, all along the way. Any scholar granted the title of Royal Magic Consultant would hold a high standing in the Academic World, no matter what.
An indistinct spatial barrier made it impossible to see who was inside.
Under everyone's gaze, Windsor flew forward,