A Familiar Flavor

The forces of the Cromwell Empire took the next few seconds to prepare for the next wave of creatures. What had come out before had not surpassed B rank, but they were sure that whoever was sending these monsters was no fool. Stronger beings would begin emerging from the portal soon enough.

"Brother, go and prepare to lead our elite. I will remain here." Darren told Raegan.

As the Emperor and the highest figure of power of the Cromwell Empire, Raegan had the duty of leading the armies into battle in situations like these.

Raegan nodded and disappeared from his spot in the next second. Meanwhile, Darren remained where he was and began to brew up a nasty surprise for whatever enemies would emerge next. He held the middle of his staff and swirled it in a circle on the ground. He began to weave an intricate magic rune formation that glowed with power. All the excess Mana and Divine Power that was present in the atmosphere began to rush into the runic formation.