Quintus, Dominic, and Old Mr. Vundo stood speechless as they stared at the Aeon twisting beyond the cliff.
The Aeon had no core, no heart, and no weak point.
No matter how many magic stones they shot into it, it was like firing into smoke or water.
Its shifting form never took a fatal blow.
And they could not use elemental magic.
If they opened the barrier, the Aeon would slip through the openings in their attacks and attacked everyone outside.
"How many magic stones are left?"
At Quintus's question, Johan answered.
"A little under three thousand. The next round will be the last."
"But this still won't defeat the Aeon. It will only waste the magic stones."
"I've spent my whole life in battle, but I've never seen an enemy this overwhelming. There's nothing we can do. I'd almost say I give up."
Johan said this with his usual friendly tone, half complaining.
"That's a pretty weak line that come out from you."
"Then what about you? Do you have some plan to win?"
