Chapitre 486: Onto the Battlefield

At Luxxa's words, I surveyed the battlefield once more, my eyes drawn to the banners of the Church and the seemingly endless ranks of white-cloaked soldiers. After casting Mana Storm, I'd been content to watch as the Last Light Company carved its way through Brithlite's forces, but the Church's involvement changed everything. They demanded our full attention.

Now they were on the move, breaking ranks and marching toward the front lines where the battle raged. Their mages raised their staffs and wands, incantations filling the air, and hundreds of magic circles materialized.

But it wasn't these mages that worried me most. It was the powerful presences I sensed stirring, the seventh-level inquisitors. We couldn't allow them to remain unchecked.

"Alright," I said, climbing onto Fable's back. "Let's move."

"We'll be right ahead of you," Korra said with a wink. "I'll see you on the battlefield."