Although it didn't know how much effort the other side had poured into this, the outcome now was that the curse hadn't killed its target at all. Instead, it had allowed the Weaver to break and then rebuild, deriving a domain Power of the same origin yet different form.
In this moment, it admitted it had underestimated the Power of hatred within human emotions.
Perhaps it was precisely because the short-lived races had such brief lifespans that they could create more possibilities within limited time.
Up in the sky, two vast domain Powers were entangled with each other.
On the ground, the tide of war was also reaching a white heat.
Taking advantage of the interval when the Magic Cannon was destroyed and forced into cooldown, the Green Dragon Army began its full-scale advance.
One army after another, large and small, surged toward the city walls from all directions.
Barry's Adventurer's Guild guildmaster Matthias Monroe withdrew his gaze from the clouds.
