Chapter 68

The power of the silver-haired Queen’s words was enough to daunt the mages that heard it.

They exchanged wary glances to each other and the agile witches used the opportunity to attack, cackling after seeing the mages fall back. They easily gained the upper hand, tilting the battle in their favor.

“Higher realms?” Soren mutters to himself, his eyes narrowed at the Queen. They stood in the middle, the center of the battle, engaged in heated eye contact and each testing the waters. They knew better than to underestimate each other. Knew more than recklessly wasting their energy.

Akira tilts her head to her side, her eyes never leaving Soren’s as she talked to Fenrir, commanding him, “Go help General Liefeng’s army.”

The black wolf stares at her back, contemplating, before turning away with a huff. He leaps out of that fight and sprints to the walls, intently wishing he’s not too late.

He knew he promised not to leave her side, especially in such circumstances, but he figured it was a wi