Chapitre 452: Arriving At The Frontlines

*Whistle~

"Is that the frontline?" Alice asked curiously seeing the multiple smoke clouds in the distance. The countless abilities that are flying through the air with a myriad of arrays and weapons echoing their song of destruction.

A constant barrage of war every second of every minute with hardly a rest between the attacks.

"That is… URG… So." Torgeir squeezed through his teeth as he felt like throwing up.

Everyone else was paralysed on the ground with Alfva already thrown up over the cliff.

Egil was pale but he managed to hold it in while Selen was out cold.

As for Bo, he took it the best since he was used to fast speeds but this was still a little difficult for him to stay composed.