Because they, too, are Ninth-Circle Wizards, equally critical combat power.
Her face was filled with both hope and worry. She longed for victory in the War, yet feared that this counterattack would take away her familiar friends, never to meet again.
She gazed deep into the night sky, as if seeing that figure in the pure white wizard robe.
"With Levi here, Nora will be fine."
"Everyone will return in Triumph."
...
Land of Darkness.
Four hundred Monarchs formed a colossal ritual array.
The Disaster Monarch hovered high at the center of the array, his aura soaring into the heavens.
One indescribable aura after another flowed out from the many Monarchs' bodies, delivered through the array into the Disaster Monarch. Meanwhile, countless Nightmare Creatures silently lost their life force, turning into sparkling crystallized forms.
Archdevil of Hell and Ignorant Monarch stood at the two poles, complex emotions crossing their faces.
