The heavy clouds gradually obscured the sky, and more and more sinister figures crawled ashore.
On the Milovia coast, at the gap where the Divine Arts defensive barrier couldn't protect, the Frost Elves chanted hymns to the Goddess, fighting alongside the demons.
Braving forward unswervingly, fearless.
At this moment, they again found the memories of battling in the abyss.
Facing the surging invasion of the Demon Army, the Frost Elves who had picked up their weapons once more became the most resilient warriors.
Even the other Elves from different tribes in Milovia, upon seeing their brave fighting posture, couldn't help but feel their blood boil, and joined the battle.
Old Elf Gando stood at the forefront, alone blocking a gap.
He brandished his giant Magic Wand, his body radiant, smashing one demon after another that attempted to climb up.
The power of the Gold Upper Peak fully exploded, making him look like a War God.
