One, two, three...
Raylo's breath almost stopped.
A full twelve! Thirteen... Twelve-winged Angels of Death! Raylo gasped sharply, feeling as if the blood in his entire body was about to freeze.
Just by sitting on this Meteorite for a few hours, he had witnessed the deployment of over ten World Destruction Level Angels of Death from just one of the three War Fortresses, along with the patrols of hundreds of Catastrophe Level Angels of Death! And this was only what he could see!
How many more were hidden within those three War Fortresses? How many more were concealed within the Divine Kingdom where the Light Deity resided?
He instinctively looked at the Austin Sage beside him. This Mage leader, who had always been so calm and composed as if everything were under his control, now wore an unprecedentedly grim expression.
"We are in huge trouble," the Sage uttered slowly, his voice dry. "The strength and foundation of this Light Deity... far exceed our imagination."
