The Sky Throne arrived on schedule directly above Glacier Academy, at an altitude of 30,000 meters.
Like a reef blending into the dark backdrop of the firmament, it hung there, silent and undetected.
Meanwhile, on the ice fields of the Frost Wind Plane, Allen came to a stop.
He stood on a flat, wide glacier, approximately one hundred kilometers from Glacier Academy.
[Sky Throne in position. Altitude: 30,000 meters.]
[Target locked. Individual located beneath the withered tree on the west side of the plaza. Magic Power signature matches that of a 'Second-level Wizard of a Witchcraft School.' Calibrating for deviation.]
"Gabriel, status report." Allen established a mental link with his creation.
[I am in position. Chanting Core activated. 'Angel's Chant' can fire a follow-up shot within 1 second of the main cannon firing to ensure the target is completely purified.]
All preparations were complete.
But he didn't give the order to fire just yet.
