“What about you?” Yukio asked, her voice trembling.
“I’ll handle this.” Joseph gave her a reassuring nod, though his eyes betrayed the weight of the situation.
As the forcefield began to falter, the kingdom’s witches, mages, alchemists, shamans, thaumaturges, and theurgists combined their strength to fortify the barrier. Sweat poured down their faces as they chanted incantations, their magic straining to withstand the onslaught. Even the XPT within the kingdom hummed loudly, struggling to maintain its integrity.
High above, Ryujin floated serenely, his eyes cold as he surveyed the chaos. His minions—cherubim, seraphim, and thrones—hovered nearby, ready for his command. The kingdom’s defenders, including knights, hunters, knight-hunters, robots, and androids, rallied to meet the oncoming horde of supernatural monsters.
Joseph entered the fray with precision, cutting down monsters with ease. He turned to Yukio, who had hesitated to leave. “Go! Now!”