A Confrontation of Sorts II
"What is the meaning of this?" The draconian legion master looked back down and inquired with a frown. He could see a third of the army remaining behind, none showing the intention to ascend.
Fortunately, Miranda and her army were part of those that were headed towards Elaide, and Mirai. But it was still a third of their overall man power staying.
A third of the army.
That was still hundreds of millions of living beings, as well as tens of legion masters. A terrifying set up that could dominate countless Worlds in a short span of time.
"Nothing, really. You guys just go up and back up the Great Emperor, we will remain here and take care of these beings." The high elven man said, pointing his divine wand towards Mirai's followers, as his robes danced within the air.
His Divine power was riled up, as multiple magic circles appeared around him, ready for the signal. The army behind him also responded with him, preparing for battle.