What was Frostedge doing here? He mentioned heading to the capital earlier.
Of course—everyone knew something monumental was happening in the capital. A massive war was underway, and someone like Frostedge wouldn't want to miss a rare moment like this.
Fighting any demons there would undoubtedly yield significant experience points, and contributing to the takedown of a Named Demon could mean unparalleled rewards.
For now, the battlefield was clear of skeleton warriors, all of them frozen and shattered by Frostedge's earlier display of power. However, Galactron still stood at a distance, his expression flat and unbothered.
A sudden agreement had been made—Frostedge would assist Broken in defeating Galactron in exchange for a ride to the capital.
Not a bad deal, all things considered.
But Galactron wasn't fazed. His grimoire spun faster now, emanating green-and-black energy.