Cries of battle reverberated in the Lone Peak Mountain. The previous green and peaceful nature was now tainted with viscous blood and chaos.
There was no need to say anything about the current situation to the place…
It just turned into hell.
Decapitated limbs were all over the place. Head rolling without their bodies. Brave cries, yet ended with closed eyes, became the norm.
Frequently, the battle with the SwordSaint and the Archduke affected them, killing some with just their wave of thick aether.
Hence, they could only continue the battle while trying to be as far from them as possible.
Meanwhile, not far from the Mountain Peak foot, there were two figures, riding on a prestigious war horse, wearing metal armor.
They, too, wore one.
Obviously, they were Lotus Prince and Caleb.
They watched the battle with ambiguous expressions.
Not the chaotic war, but the duel between the Royal Captain and the SwordSaint.