"I've come to visit you, my old friends. How's the battle going recently?"
Gandalf looked rather pleased with himself, rubbing his hands eagerly.
Soraya replied irritably:
"You've probably run out of war merits again."
Laplace laughed and said:
"Gandalf, it seems you've had quite the stroke of fortune lately. You've arrived just in time; the Deep Blue Expeditionary Army plans to launch a full-scale attack against the demons."
Six months later.
On a certain battlefield.
Two Gargoyles at Level 7 Early Stage and a Chain Demon at Level 7 Middle Stage were surrounding a White Robe Wizard, with layers of chains imprisoning the heavens and earth, the aura terrifying.
The Chain Demon sneered and said:
"Gandalf, who would've thought, you'd face this day. Now you're surrounded by the three of us. Prepare to die."
Although Gandalf wasn't as renowned as the Dusk Palace Master, he was nonetheless a key target of the demons.
