Throughout the continent, events were unfolding simultaneously. Just as Davey and Perserque had fallen asleep, the southern fortress battlefield was grappling with a dire situation. This was largely due to the grand magical barrier collapsing, signifying the beginning of the dark mages' onslaught. If the fortress were to be breached, it would open a direct path to the capital, making its defense absolutely crucial.0

"Damn these monsters!" Silva, who was fending off the undead climbing up like demons, could only escape after instinctively retreating from the barrage of magic spells descending from the sky.0

Boom! Boom! Boom!0

Magic blasts followed one after the other. The fortress had gained a reputation for its exceptional resistance to magic. Thanks to its robust magical defenses, most spells would dissipate before ever reaching it, contributing to the fortress's seemingly impenetrable status. However, with those magical safeguards shattered, screams now reverberated from all directions.0

After surviving a relentless onslaught of magical attacks, Silva, trembling with fear, gradually raised his gaze. The fortress had descended into utter chaos, resembling a war zone. Countless individuals...0