Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
As the final word fell, everyone moved at once.
Without the slightest hesitation, the crowd summoned their magical weapons. Blade light, sword shadows, Spiritual Fire, and malevolent energy intertwined into a sky-obscuring black torrent. With Mystic Vale as its spearhead, it surged forward like a sharp blade piercing the heavens, tearing through the clouds and hurtling toward the Mystic Mountains thousands of miles away.
Mystic Vale stood at the very front of the torrent, eyes closed in concentration, though his mind had already sunk deep into calculations.
He knew better than anyone that Carl was there in the Mystic Mountains.