The battle waged on for five days and five nights.
Grimm, Little Myna, Claudia, and tens of thousands of elite Demon-Hunters were hovering on top of the Void Fortress. Even as the battle grew fierce, they had no intention of getting their hands dirty, and that included Black Isotta.
It was not their mission.
Every Demon-Hunter Sorcerer had their own missions. They each had their roles to play.
As the army of the Acraepoids had been crushed, and not even a single Flame Burrow could be seen standing within the huge Darkglow Capital, sorcerers were now flying back and forth between the capital and the fortress. An army of Mechanical Marionettes had even started to show up, transporting the wounded as well as the spoils of war.
"Heeheeheehee, move out!"
The space around him was distorted. Black Isotta was like a collapsing black hole free-falling toward the Darkglow capital.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…