In his eyes, countless lights drew ever closer to his world, like a shower of meteors.
"Three hundred years, and never once have Immortals descended on this scale," Erlandes sighed softly.
"My lord, haven't we already reached a treaty with those Immortals? Why must we stop them from descending?" asked Elby, a seventh-ring Wizard and his disciple.
"Because this descent is different. If we don't weaken them, the gulf between our strengths will be too great for the treaty to mean anything... Enough talk. They're here. Intercept them. Kill at least half of those descending."
"Yes! With all seventeen hundred Wizard Towers acting together to cast Blood Moon, we'll stop every last one of them!"
Elby laughed loudly and pointed his Wizard's staff. A beam of light shot into the sky like a signal.
Across the earth, lights kindled one after another, as dazzling as the stars overhead. Yet above the horizon rose a bright Moonlight, bloodred—a moon as red as blood!
In that instant, the entire night seemed to change color, as though it had been dyed crimson.
Across the earth, countless creatures that only came out to forage under cover of night sensed danger and death approaching. They hurried into hiding, trembling...
Within the bloodred moonlight, the outline of a vast net could be seen. Woven from the power of more than seventeen hundred Wizard Towers communicating with the Stars, it was meant to stop every meteor.
Such immense power far exceeded the bounds of a ninth-ring Wizard. Never before had the strength of so many Wizards been gathered together. Elby did not believe anyone could withstand it!
But Erlandes did not share Elby's confidence. He had dealt with these outsiders who called themselves Immortals for so long that no one understood their terrifying might better than he