Richard looked at the suddenly overcast sky, the ripples of space fostering unease within him.
No, not just some unease, but a great deal.
As a wizard, he felt both unfamiliar and familiar with this scene.
The familiar part was that every time wizards invaded the Otherworld, such ripples would occur. The unfamiliar part was that he was usually the invader.
This was his first time adopting the victim's perspective.
"The Galaxy Mayfly has launched an offensive; we need to rush to Fortress 194!"
Delis looked at the sky, his usually expressionless face now as unyielding as if he were wearing an iron mask.
His gaze shifted to the White Wizard Army around him as he started to weigh whether to stay with them or not.
Having been through so many wars, before becoming a legend, Delis's greatest strength lay in making the right life-and-death decisions.
Now, he had come to another crossroad of fate.
Do I leave, or do I stay?
"Increase your speed! Don't hold back your magic power!"
