The generals stormed toward Mordred.
On the topmost floor of Astraeus' building, Ralph wondered how much time Mordred and Astraeus' elites could buy.
He squinted while his body trembled.
Too fast... The Temple of Drakon is advancing very fast...
The generals closed in, their imposing aura looming over the enemy, their roars ringing throughout the vicinity.
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