Though it had been a while since the Snow Lion Pride began its retreat after the lion type demonic beasts realized there would be no war today, however the mages atop the city gates were still stunned.
Old Man Alderic, in particular, felt numb from the shockwaves running through his mind.
The black-armoured mage guards standing with them stared at the Gordon brothers with eyes full of reverence, as frontliners in the constant conflict against second-dimension creatures, these guards had built up a deep-seated hatred for the demonic beasts and orcs that ruled this region after lost battles against them in the past.
But despite their resentment, they lacked the strength to do anything significant, this outpost had not gone to war in a long time, and the higher ups seem to have long since accepted their role as defenders in every attack—grateful just to hold onto this patch of land.