His aura sent the entire tent and the mages flying away but the mirror remained completely intact and the connection stable despite the lack of the mages to support it. His heavy aura pressed all in the area to the ground and reduced the entire camp to rubble.
"You're one of his monarchs" Euroa said
"Is that what you call us… his Majesty would at least be happy to know that"
"What are you here for, I have yet to declare our surrender?"
"That is all his Majesty needs to accept you.. now, as for your plan to send reinforcements, his Majesty sent me to inform you that it will be against your interest to do so… however, in a few days time, an airway will be built somewhere in your territory and a plane sent to pick you up… his Majesty says that no subject of his shall be beaten by an undead thus he wants you to fight the undead… monarch as you call it" Ethan said as he waved his hand and immediately everything began to return back to normal.
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