"Mm, I'll keep watch. As long as they make a move, we'll move together."
Dole had long since forged a grudge with the Light Empire. If the other side dared to strike, he would dare to reach out and chop off their claws—and he would spare no expense doing it.
Better yet, he could force them to summon a divine envoy, then gather the power of several incarnations and capture one for study.
At this time, on Albis Mountain, the Duling Bone Tower had silently vanished from everyone's sight at some unknown point.
Light Empire.
On the mountain range beside the fortress, not even birds remained; all life had vanished.
The two sides had fought for months, cannon fire blotting out the sky, battle aura crisscrossing the air, wizardry flying everywhere. The living creatures of the surrounding lands had long since fled in every direction, unwilling to linger here any longer.
Atop one of the peaks, four experts clad in the white wizard robes of Light Judgment stood together, gazing toward the northeast.
They saw Dole and the other two. One of them frowned.
He sighed. "They've brought Dole in. If the fortress falls and we need to intervene, we can only summon Lord Divine Envoy to hold them back."
Another level-nine said, "It's useless. We can't attack the army. Even if we hold Dole back, if we can't defeat him, the Glory Wizard Alliance's army will not retreat. He is at the pinnacle of level nine—unless we invoke the divine oracle."
The last person had been looking elsewhere, but now turned around. It was none other than Standa.
After handing over his authority, he had not yet left this world, hoping only to see a final victory. But now, it seemed the other side had grasped power that