A Battlefield Painted Red!

7th Realm… Frost Nation…

Three days had passed since the war between the Sworn Wizards and the Nine Realms Army erupted. The Frost Nation's skies, once calm and serene, were now filled with the echoes of clashing mana blasts, the thunderous roars of magical artillery, and the anguished cries of the fallen. The entire region had transformed into a chaotic war zone where the ground itself seemed to bleed from the sheer destruction.

The Sworn Wizards faction had already suffered a grievous loss—two million soldiers had fallen. Their bodies, now lifeless, would have been a cruel trophy for the enemy, but Madam Clark stood like a cold mountain. She had ordered her war servants to recover every single fallen wizard body, no matter the risk.