The moment Clawed saw the Royal Demon ships appear in the sky, he couldn't help but smile slyly. With a click, he activated the communications device on his arm. The begrudging voice of Father Black came through on the other end, sharp and irritated.
"What?" Father Black's voice echoed, heavy with impatience.
Clawed responded calmly, his eyes still trained on the fleet above. "The remaining party members have arrived."
There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a frustrated grunt. "Hmph... fine," Father Black muttered, the reluctance clear in his tone. "I'll be there shortly."
Meanwhile, deep within the control room of the Regent's city, the atmosphere was tense but meticulously controlled. Nikky stood at the center, barking precise orders to the staff as they operated the mechanical systems, their fingers flying over glowing interfaces. The room hummed with energy as the machines bathed with ancient symbols began to stir.