Chapter Seventy-Six
The air was dense.
The sun rays beating harshly against the ground.
Nothing moved.
It was as if time itself had paused.
In a large open field, walking distance from the floating building, three army troops met halfway. With eyes shining with determination, they faced each other.
Dressed in different colors, they looked prepared to rage havoc upon the tall building and the people in it.
A strong gust of wind suddenly blew between them, but their battle formatted positions were unbothered. Soon, the blasting sound of a loud horn enveloped the air. That indicated they had finally trespassed on sacred land.
"Can you taste victory, Agath?"