"Isabella, could it be that you still have hopes for that fellow? I'm telling you, against an orc force like this, that Nalant can never win!"
"When the time comes, he'll have no choice but to flee!" Seeing how highly Isabella regarded Nalant, Daz's anger immediately flared.
If not for the fact that her father had once been a king on that backwater continent and surely possessed considerable wealth, Daz would have taken her by force long ago.
Why else would he have traveled such a vast distance to suffer in a dangerous place like this?
Faced with his questioning, Isabella said nothing more, her eyes fixed tightly on the battlefield ahead.
"Hmph, then just wait and see. If that Nalant can defeat the orcs, it'll be unless a god personally steps in to help him!" Daz snorted darkly.
Rumble!
Yet just as his words fell, an earth-shaking explosion suddenly rang out from the battlefield ahead.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
At the sound of that blast, the mounts beneath Daz and the others were startled into roaring and neighing wildly. Even the magic beast mounts were no exception.
Caught off guard, Daz was nearly thrown to the ground.
Forgetting his anger, he widened his eyes and looked toward the battlefield.
A thick cloud of smoke was currently drifting through the air there on the wind.
"What was that?" This deafening sound was undoubtedly the most awe-inspiring roar Daz had ever heard.
"It's Glory's Wrath! The wrath of the God of Glory!" For once, Isabella actually took the initiative to explain.
"The wrath of the God of Glory?" Daz froze, then realized that it was probably some weapon of Nalant's.
But the name Glory's Wrath happened to slap him squarely in the face over his earlier words—'unless a god personally steps in