Mountainbreaking Festival

Dozens of peaks in the outermost range of the North Plains Mountain Range had collapsed. Near where the Albis Mountain Range met the North Plains Mountain Range, dozens more mountains had likewise crumbled, saturated with elemental remnants that were difficult to erase—fire, lightning, poison, and more.

The Northwest Passage itself had suffered no damage at all. Outside the passage, however, corpses carpeted the ground—Magic Beasts and humans alike—in a scene of utter devastation.

After the caravan emerged from the Northwest Passage, the upper-echelon fighters of both sides all turned back and left, never appearing in the sky again.

Both sides had deployed dozens of level-six fighters and no fewer than dozens of level-sevens. Their battle had shattered heaven and earth; even Albis City, hundreds of li away, could hear the explosions and thunderous roars with perfect clarity.

The city's nobles, ordinary warriors, people with even a little status, and common folk who had little chance to participate in battle had all watched the entire course of events from the plains nearly a hundred kilometers away, witnessing this great moment.

The most formidable had been that incomparably beautiful female wizard. Operating her wizard tower, she brought down a rain of fire from the sky, explosions and thunder rolling across the entire wilderness. Yet in terms of sheer grandeur, City Lord Dole had surpassed her. His Storm Domain stretched hundreds of kilometers in every direction, lightning packed densely within it, its immense thunderclaps shaking heaven and earth.

The battle lasted a long time, but in the end, it concluded with humanity's victory.

This was a day that would be recorded in history—a glorious day, a day of victory for the people of the northwest.

The people of Albis City called this day Glory Day, and a festival naturally took shape around it: