On the other side of the battlefield, chaos still reigned.
The clash between Lucien's allies and the traitorous forces burned like an unending storm.
Even after Lucien's allies activated their Gargoyle Rings, the chaos refused to settle. Power collided with power, will against will.
The Golddust faction too, had activated their Goblin Rings. It bathed their bodies in vile magic that twisted their very souls.
The skies became a storm of surging energies.
The Golddust Associates were nearly annihilated. Only fragments of their formation remained.
And amid the carnage, Lucien's gaze caught Clara.
She stood in the middle of the chaos, surrounded by the once-human goblin monstrosities. He froze for a heartbeat.
She was fighting... barehanded.
The good thing was that Lucien had crafted special robes for them. Even if she came into contact with miasma, it would not cling to her flesh nor seep into her soul.
But still... The scene made Lucien blink.
