“Friend, huh…”

Ceylonso stared at Seo Jun-Ho for a while.

He rolled three of his eyes to look up at the sky.

The typhoon of magic was so overwhelmingly powerful that even his eyes, which could no longer feel magic, were trembling while staring at it.

“Interesting.”

Ceylonso raised his hand slightly and called out. “Harty.”

“Yes, General.”

A man of average build approached Ceylonso and bowed.

The man was glaring at Seo Jun-Ho with deep-seated hostility.

“Take the soldiers down the mountain. Deliver this order to the other units as well.”

“...I’m sorry?”

Deputy Harty looked at Ceylonso in surprise upon hearing the order to retreat.

“Please withdraw your order, General,” Harty protested at once.

“Can you not see what’s above our heads?”

The typhoon of magic hovering over their heads looked like it would devour them at any moment. The moment Ceylonso saw the typhoon, he immediately realized that this mountain would be his grave.

“All of you will die a horrible death if you decide to stay here…”

“We don’t care. We will stay and die with you, General.”

“I do not approve of that,” Ceylonso answered firmly, “All of you were His Majesty’s subjects before you became my subordinates. The subjects of...