章節 1297: Azazel’s Transformation

Michael strode calmly out of the council hall, his demeanor unflustered as he exited the dark, imposing structure of the Dark Castle, which stood only half-completed against the turbulent sky. The moment he stepped outside, his gaze was immediately drawn upward. The dark sky was ominously littered with giant warships, both in the sky and on the raging sea below, each one emblazoned with the stark symbol of Skyhall.

"Quite the welcoming committee," Michael muttered under his breath, a hint of dark amusement in his tone. As he surveyed the overwhelming force assembled against them, he pieced together Skyhall's strategy. They had chosen to attack while his forces were stationed in the southern continent, a strategic location known for its absence of arch energy in the atmosphere. This choice was no coincidence but a calculated move, betting that the arch energy crystals carried by his troops would eventually deplete, leaving them vulnerable and drastically weakened.