"Three of the five Dukes have already fallen," Kharos muttered, his voice grim. "The Banes and Ironvale army is slowly getting exhausted, but as long as those Sect Masters are fighting, we cannot secure a certain victory."
Turning to Hector, Kharos declared, "It's time that we enter the battlefield ourselves. The Flame Emperor Aethon must have completely exhausted himself after that last move. Take your personal knights and deal with him."
"As you wish, father," Hector replied with a slight bow before asking, "Whom will you fight, father?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Kharos muttered, his eyes narrowing at Taranis in the distance. "I will deal with the most troublesome one and make sure that this time, he stays dead."
Hector led his personal hundred knights at the True Sage Realm, marching towards Aethon, while Kharos rushed at Taranis with an additional army of two hundred elite knights. Taranis, meanwhile, was already fighting against hundreds of thousands of awakened sages.
