Eldritch was a being whose very name could deter hostile nations—one of the true top-tier powerhouses of the continent.
No one could understand how he had managed to recover so suddenly, but one thing was certain: Yelude and the Ogre King knew they were no longer a match for him.
And with the Empress standing nearby, eyes sharp and aura blazing, they dared not linger.
This… was the might of a grand archmage.
With Yelude's command to retreat, dozens of high-level warriors swiftly vanished from the valley.
On the other side, the battle between Leonchi and the Dark High Priest had reached its conclusion—both men were bloodied at the lips, but neither was gravely wounded.
"Hmph! You damn cripple… we're not done! I'll be back!" the Dark High Priest snarled, his body shrouded in dark magic as he transformed into a swarm of crows and fled into the distance.
Leonchi and Eldritch made no move to pursue him.