Once he understood how it worked, Orson's grin stretched nearly to his ears.
Riding atop Aeloria, he kept a tight lock on the 100-kilometer range, shamelessly exploiting every inch of it.
Aeloria flew in wide arcs while Orson stood firmly in place, maintaining the maximum distance possible as he rained down spells.
"You damn fool… you're going to get me killed!" Flame Lord finally lost her composure, roaring at the flustered Moon Sovereign.
"So what if a few beasts die? As long as we kill him, we'll ascend as gods among the stars!" Moon Sovereign snapped back, refusing to admit the situation was slipping out of control.
But the truth was, the enemy's auto-tracking attacks didn't stop until they hit their target. Moon Sovereign had no choice but to use his teammates' battle beasts as shields.
It was driving Flame Lord mad. She had personally raised three King-tier beasts, and even a proto-god chimera, only to watch them die like dogs.
