Dawn broke, painting the eastern horizon with hues of pale orange and pink.
Alex surveyed the numerous death angels, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. This battle had yielded a bountiful harvest: one Sovereign level, four Emperor level, and countless King and Monarch level undead.
The Angel Holy City remained intact but stood eerily silent, a ghost town devoid of life.
She wasn't worried about the battle at the other branch. A two-on-one fight was a guaranteed victory. Her only concern was Wind. If he failed, the entire Eldoria continent would face the wrath of the Angel race.
Just as she turned her gaze northward, a massive bolt of lightning, reminiscent of Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, struck from the sky!
She had a feeling that was the location of the Eldoria continent's core.
An undead fortress materialized within the Holy City, and Alex swiftly recalled all her undead, sending them back to the Sea Race battlefield. She then teleported to the other Angel branch.
