The Attack Came One By One

From the balcony of the throne room, King Gulben observed the battle unfolding before the palace walls, his expression hard and unreadable.

His eyes, enhanced by Magic, captured every detail with precision, allowing him to see how much stronger the Ogres and Daemons had become compared to before. And this was bad.

The metal that made up their armor moved smoothly, as if it were an extension of their bodies, while the red runes etched into every inch of the plating flared each time they were struck. The runes nearly nullified the power of Magic attacks, and they also helped diminish the impact of physical strikes.

This was undoubtedly Laston's doing. The king knew it.

"That bastard! He actually fused the sacred Magic of the Elves into metal from another world and created that abomination!"

King Gulben's fury boiled over. His fists clenched at his sides so tightly that his knuckles turned white.