Beneath the blood-red stars, it seemed as though the roar of artillery was everywhere, explosions shot skyward in every direction, and demon corpses flew through the air.
Under the combined barrage unleashed by Li Wei's nine construct bodies and the more than a thousand griffon riders sent from the White City, it was as if half the High Forest had been set ablaze.
This should have been an aerial firepower strike group powerful enough to make the entire Coriel Continent look on in alarm, enough to make countless living beings tremble in their souls—absolute force capable of razing a medium-sized city-state to the ground in a short time!
Yet at this moment, whether it was the "Li Weis" or Silver Wing, all stared at the battle line that continued pressing toward the Evermoors' pastures with furrowed brows, their faces grave as the calm before a mountain storm.
"There are too many of them. How could an invasion of demons on this scale emerge on the Prime Material Plane?" Silver Wing murmured during the interval after casting [Manipulate Celestial Phenomena—Blizzard].
After following up with a [Fire Storm], the mage silver dragon Levis answered:
"Most likely... it's still the 'planar scar' left behind by that Abyssal calamity during Myth Drannor's Great Collapse six hundred years ago."
If the Prime Material Plane were compared to a living organism, then the Abyss Invasion Incident of that year had been like a hideous wound left across its abdomen. Even after it had been stitched shut and scabbed over, the wound still remained; bacteria from outside would forever seek chances to erode it, infect it!
And it could likewise be exploited by those with ulterior motives.
Just as, in 882 DR, another group of demons had taken control of Ascalhorn in the High Forest, leading to