612 Legendary Magic and Divine Retribution

The Flying City airship continued flying forward.

"My lord, the realm crack is 200 miles up ahead. We'll reach our destination in five minutes," reported Merlin.

Link nodded. His eyes were glued to the windshield, intently watching the ground getting closer in front of the airship.

Half a minute later, he heard footsteps coming up behind him. It was Celine.

"There's something strange about all this," she whispered.

Link's eyes did not budge one bit. In truth, he had already sensed that something seemed wrong as well. The demons setting a village on fire and the summoning ritual that the Dark Elf Magicians were conducting earlier all seemed to point to the fact that the enemy had a good idea where Link and his lot would be.

The Army of Destruction had made preparations to deal with them. The first two incidents had been harmless distractions, but it was possible that they heralded something grander and more likely to kill them all.