Eonar's eyes widened as he witnessed the power unleashed by the metallic cubes. He was certain of one thing—the Kalous Kingdom alone could never have forged weapons of that caliber.
"A gift from the Dark Blood Kingdom?" he thought grimly.
Given the background of the Kalous Kingdom's Crown Prince, it was the only explanation that made sense.
Still, Eonar did not allow himself even a moment of distraction. His floating fortress had suffered catastrophic damage, vast sections reduced to molten wreckage, and was seconds away from falling into the blood ocean.
However, it remained operational. Without hesitation, he redirected the fortress's main cannons, changing the targets from the Royal Blutlinie of the Kalous Kingdom toward the massive cubes in the sky.
Just as the fortress began to sink toward the Ocean of the Blood Sun under the residual force of the attack, it fired.
