The wild magic power from their clash swept through the barrier of the Memorial Square, threatening to break through at any moment. The night sky was adorned more dazzlingly than during dusk, even altering the weather. Dark clouds gradually obscured the stars, and the world was plunged into darkness peppered with purple lightning and thunder.
"What on earth is happening..."
Emperor Saint Baldo furrowed his brows behind the barrier of the terrace, gripping the hilt of the Seross Spirit Sword. Feigning calm, he commanded the Imperial Guards to bombard the War God using the city's defensive facilities.
Holding the Divine Sword, he was not weak. Even the seventh-order Imperial Guards found it hard to harm him. If he were to flee now, moving away from these conscious War Gods, he might instead find himself in a more dangerous situation, losing his needed heroic image before the people.
