The world fell silent, and the sky turned red as the fake sun flickered on and off, failing to sustain itself. Now that the abomination had no host left, its true form was about to dawn upon the world.
Zephyr looked around and frowned. She and the other queens had been out for several minutes. They've wasted so much energy and mana, so fighting this horror would even more arduous than it should've been.
Maybe this was the horror's plan all along. To either kill or exhaust them, and either way, it'll gain the advantage. It wasn't only smart and active, but it could even plan ahead and take risks.
The situation was bad, and it'll only get worse. Undine is slowly regaining her power thanks to the white dragons' presence, and Zephyr herself can now recover her mana even in this accursed world thanks to her mother's blood, but everyone else was as good as dead.
