"How beautiful it is."
Gala lifted his pupils, gazing at a surge of iron light, smiling: "Is that his swarm? Truly worthy of a Soloist, no, it should be a Great Priestess now, right? Though somewhat peculiar... the opponents of the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy are indeed not to be underestimated!"
"Should we continue probing?"
Hercules finally finished sharpening his longsword, propping his chin, waiting idly.
"No, no need."
Gala shook his head regretfully: "Although I hoped the banquet could last a bit longer, unfortunately, the hosts can no longer wait... and there aren't many resources left to squander."
With that said, he cast a meaningful glance at the bony high tower in the distant rear.
The bony high tower stood in the darkness without any response.
Only indifferent gazes overlooking the battlefield.
Waiting for the pieces to act on their own, to achieve victory, or to meet defeat.
"Relay my command."
