Kapitel 684: No Survivors

Boom.

It was just one syllable. One word that, depending on the situation, could mean total destruction or surprise.

However, considering the current circumstances, none of the Alverians felt even the slightest bit of excitement.

First, the situation—this was war. The mere mention of that word could cause many hearts to skip a beat.

The second, and most important factor, was the person who spoke the word. If it had been an individual known as a joker, the fear that enveloped the Alverian fleet wouldn't have been as intense.

But the one who uttered the word was none other than the infamous witch, Lyanna Ravenstein. There wasn't a single Alverian soldier who didn't shudder, their hairs standing on end.

"WAIT—"

Councilor Ferro screamed at the top of his lungs, but it was too late.

It started from one tiny spot among the swarm of wyrms surrounding the large airship, a blinding orange light replacing it.