All of the arcane knights stood together and stared at the humongous gates with their eyes widened in disbelief.
"Is this the end?"
"Why is it so big?!"
"That's what sh—"
Even the vagabond arcane knights had gathered near the imperial palace under the threat of the three gates that loomed over them like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.
Even though despair was permeating every single spot of the once grand capital, Fatherion. No one had the option of running away because there was nowhere to run. All paths led to a single outcome, and that was fighting against the dreadful nightmares that would come out of the three gates.
The gates were Master ranked, but the nightmares that were about to come out of them would be of humongous size; they would be stronger and more destructive than the smaller nightmares.
"What... can we even do against this?" Pheona muttered in disbelief and tightened her grip around the staff.
