Void Spirit

The tide rose and fell, and faint cheers sounded in the distance.

Adjutant Myron sat on the beach, feeling cold.

The captain and Sir Taize brought most of the elites on the ship into the rift valley, but there were still more than 100 elves among the scouts at the three outposts on the island and the people guarding the rift valley. This was the greatest reliance that Adjutant Myron was confident in supporting the Wayne Wings… However, all of this was blasted clean by the enchanted crossbow bolts that fell from the sky.

He could not understand how the other party could activate the infusion power of the crossbow under the anti-magic domain of the Holy Seal Islands, which led to a tragic outcome.

He stared blankly at the beach.