The sky had a lifeless gray color, and there was no moon or sun, but Arthur could see just fine. It seems that even the darkness didn't exist in this realm, which was odd.
Their army of undead took some time to cross through the portal. Arthur expected someone to ambush them. It could even be Invidia himself. However, nothing happened.
"What's our plan?" Gala asked as she watched them pour into the realm.
"There's no need for a plan," Ozyrae said with her hand resting on a sword's hilt strapped to her armor. "But I do reckon we need to split."
"Oh?" Arthur exclaimed.
"If my hunch is right, Invidia already knows we are here. Given the size of the army, he would notice the fluctuations in mana and spiritual energy. You should go alone and hide, since you are the best at doing so, and wait for the right moment to intervene."
"I'm not sitting back while everyone is fighting," Arthur said with a frown.
