Seeing the notification that suddenly popped up, Caelan froze for a moment. He hadn't expected that the instant he entered the **[Arena of Races]**, he would be hit by an enemy ambush.
But… how was this an ambush?
This was clearly someone delivering points straight to his doorstep!
The next second, Caelan's hands were already wrapped around the hilt of his longsword.
At this very moment, the entire **C4 zone** was a chaos of skills flying everywhere—brilliant flashes of color splintering the air—until the battlefield was swallowed by roaring explosions and sheets of flame.
What Caelan *didn't* expect, however, was that the powerful **Ironclad Legion** was actually being pushed into a disadvantage!
The attackers and defenders had fought themselves into a frenzy. Some members even chose to use self-destruction to pin down the enemy and slow their advance!
Caelan's gaze swept across the insignias on the attackers' chests, and understanding flickered in his eyes.
