National War: Arcane Box!

On the empty streets of London's Financial City lay the most prosperous district in the entire city,

the Lantehe Building, a famous skyscraper on London's skyline, fifty-two stories high, with a triangular wedge-shaped profile that had earned it the nickname "Cheese Grater Building,"

and the Swiss Re Headquarters Building, shaped like a plump bullet and known as "the Gherkin."

Cars were parked along both sides of the street. Holding the metallic giant claw of a pile driver in one hand, Leonidas watched the three people who had fled into the Lantehe Building through his sunglasses and spoke slowly in a raspy voice:

"Since they have already chosen to fight, there is no need for further words. Move."

Neil remained silent, his gaze as calm as ever. Osphia sensed one C-Rank presence and two clearly weaker-than-C-Rank presences inside the building some distance away.

Thinking that this meant one less target for her mission, she nodded in agreement. Then she raised her arcane mechanical staff high, closed her eyes, and began chanting a prayer!

/Dance, Wind Spirits of the Forest of Polar Night. Lend me the nimble grace with which you weave through leaves./

/Answer my call./

The instant the prayer ended, the tip of the arcane mechanical staff lit up, and transparent streams of glowing air coiled around the three of their legs.

Leonidas immediately felt his solid body become several degrees lighter. After giving a slight nod, the three figures of the Royal Court gave chase, light on their feet yet moving at extraordinary speed!

They crossed more than a hundred meters in a blur. Just as they followed the two ahead of them and were about to charge into the building,

Osphia's sapphire eyes suddenly widened in slight surprise as she heard a warning from her ancestor.

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