Crisis

They stood in front of Ailord with a disheveled appearance, much more disheveled than when they were at war. If someone saw them now, they wouldn't believe that the people in front of Ailord were a row of important figures from their respective races with strength beyond that of ordinary soldiers. Two of them were prospective leaders, while one was a Mage Queen. However, their appearance was more like uncivilized people living in the wild forests as barbarians.

Even barbarians weren't as bad as them.

Ailord sighed deeply again. "Our time is limited; we must return immediately to warn them about the spatial distortion, and we must capture those birds, which we still don't know if they can truly get us out of this cursed place. I want you to practice using those new weapons, but the situation doesn't allow it. So, for now, you better keep them and continue using the weapons you usually use," Ailord explained, seeing the disapproving look on each face.