Gerard, Leonhard, Victoria, and Harry marched through Solares. Harry and Leonhard overloaded the collectors with mana until they fried from the inside out, and Victoria tore them apart with materialised silver weaponry. Before Gerard could injure any of the collectors, they died around him in droves.
*Even with all of her magic, it's no wonder she was called the silver sentinel.*
"Was it okay to leave your friends behind?" Victoria asked.
"I doubt many of them could handle this. Without the three of you, I doubt I could."
"Well, I'm sure you'll pull your weight when necessary."
"We just need to see the queen and form a plan to deal with these ghastly creatures."
"Agreed."
Not a single living resident of the city revealed themselves during the skirmish against the enemy.
*Either they're all dead, or they're too afraid to put themselves in danger.*
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