Far away from the center of the battlefield, Crown Prince Haster quietly observed everything from an elevated ridge while several elite guards remained stationed around him with solemn expressions and maintained complete vigilance over every corner of the surrounding area.
His eyes remained fixed on the violent storm raging in the distance where countless pillars of crimson lightning repeatedly descended from the heavens and shook the battlefield over and over again while explosions echoed without pause.
Every flash of lightning briefly illuminated Ethan's lone figure standing beneath the storm while Saint after Saint was forced backward by the relentless bombardment, making the entire spectacle resemble divine punishment descending upon the world.
For several long moments, Haster simply watched in silence.
A faint smile slowly appeared across his face.
"My dear friend is truly a hidden trump card when we need one."
There was genuine admiration in his voice.
