King Garrie immediately leaped away from the frontline after hearing Velrion's words. Golden Magic erupted beneath his feet and propelled him upward through the rain-filled air before he landed atop the remains of a damaged watchtower overlooking the city districts below.
The moment he stopped standing in the middle of the battle itself, everything suddenly looked different.
From above, the full scale of the disaster became horrifyingly clear.
Dark cracks had spread across multiple districts like infected veins crawling beneath Leonora. Flesh tendrils erupted endlessly from the fractures while entire sections of the city had already become active battle zones. Some districts were still holding properly while others had nearly collapsed into chaos completely.
King Garrie's eyes quickly moved from one area to another.
