Ryuen stepped out of the window of Jun's bedroom and onto the palace rooftop.
The cool, familiar air brushed against his face as his hazel eyes scanned the army as they mobilized.
He could see fireballs floating in the air, conjured by most of the mages—specifically the fire elemental ones.
They were clad in silver armor, matching the swords that most carried.
Among them, Ryuen caught a glimpse of familiar faces—his students, Kenta and Yuta—positioned at the frontlines.
Unaware of his presence.
Yurei melted into the palace walls, her form blending perfectly with the shadows of the palace.
Shadow tendrils she had summoned slithered through the halls, rooms, and dungeons, searching for Akari.
At the base of the palace, Daiki stood, his massive blade resting on his shoulder.
A grin spread across his lips as he cracked his neck, already warming up for another attack.