On the plains, Harash looked at the giant shadows gradually emerging in the heavenly vault, feeling a flicker of unease in his heart.
As the newly appointed marshal of the Morick Empire, he had fought countless times against the other two empires, witnessing all manner of strange and mystical tactics.
Whether it was the giant dragon beasts or the resurrected undead dragons, he had overcome them with his exquisite martial skills and the loyalty of his subordinates.
He believed that he could win any war he encountered with these things.
But today, his confidence wavered.
In the sky, two metal spheres, each tens of thousands of meters in diameter, were slowly entering their world, their enormous size making the Fire Lizard King's pyramid, in comparison, look like a commoner's small house.
But as the commander-in-chief, Harash knew he must not panic; if the marshal were to panic, there would be no point in fighting this battle.
