An hour of firepower barrage wouldn't produce much of an effect, which was apparent to every Lich present, and Shumoku Seiryu, the pilot of Lancelot, understood this as well. The slightly dimmed Mana Luminous Wings flapped vigorously as Lancelot climbed in altitude to the spire above Andrey's fortress, corresponding from afar with the bloody red moon.
The protective Barrier had long been dispersed, and the surviving Warrior of Light, aided by Lancelot's covering fire, ran outside the Barrier's range. They believed their chances of survival would be much higher once they left the controlled area of Andrey.
The duration of the firepower coverage didn't reach the anticipated hour; Law stopped in his tracks, looking up at the point of light illuminating the night sky, his mental countdown only reaching a quarter hour. This wasn't a good sign.
