"Stop!"
The First Duke Mington's eyes lit up with surprise as he turned toward the voice.
"Ironchain! You're finally here!"
"Quick… save me!"
"Ironchain?"
The First Grand Duke Ilan's expression instantly turned grim.
He looked over and saw a burly middle-aged man standing not far away.
The man was clad in black armor, radiating the powerful aura of an Archmage.
"It's Grand Duke Ironchain!"
Headmaster Simar cried out in shock.
"He… he actually came too!"
"This… this is the end…"
With the arrival of yet another archmage, the faint glimmer of morale that had just begun to rise collapsed instantly.
At this moment, Ilan Royal Academy was facing a siege from three archmages—it was practically on the brink of destruction.
Even the mighty First Grand Duke Ilan couldn't hope to take on all three by himself.
Grand Duke Ilan glared fiercely at Ironchain and shouted angrily:
"Ironchain, are you turning against me as well?!"
