In the temporary encampment of the great allied army, the first ones to notice the mana turbulence were the Astanian Emperor and the various leaders in the Unfettered realm.
"Hm?!"
They all looked toward the same place, their eyebrows furrowing.
"Someone is advancing to the Beyonder realm." One of the leaders mumbled in shock.
"Is it from one of us?" Another asked, looking around.
The Astanian Emperor narrowed his eyes. "That is where Alaric and Yskaela headed. Is it the Veronican Empress?"
Just like him, Yskaela Veronica was also a peak Unfettered, one who had high hopes of advancing to the next realm.
As for it being Alaric, he was uncertain. His nephew was still young and he had been in a coma for a long time, so the possibility was slim. However, he couldn't ignore the feeling that this was somehow related to Alaric.
Suddenly, a figure landed next to him.
Taken aback, he looked at Bellator and saw the latter observing the sky with a hint of surprise.
