Mateo rode atop a flying-type spirit beast and headed towards the temple.
He learned about the battle from Barneas and knew that with the god of war dead, the scales of victory had tipped in the Ventoria empire's favor.
Although Balian was severely injured, his life wasn't in danger, and with Aeloria overseeing him, there seemed to be no possibility of a problem.
The only concern now was the temple.
A pure white palace stood atop the sea and was enveloped in a faintly glowing protective membrane that shielded it from the attacks of the dragons outside.
Inside the protective membrane, people remained unharmed and could focus on attacking the enemy without fear.
Despite the dragons' efforts, they could only manage to crack the protective membrane that the calestial sovereign had cast.
Mateo transformed into his wolf form and phased his body towards the crack.
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