The magic staff lightly tapped the ground, a complex sequence of forbidden spells was activated.
Her eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and reluctance.
"We must find a method of balance, allowing the decomposed divine energy to be safely absorbed, rather than explosively erupting. This requires unprecedented technology and collaboration."
Hill stepped forward, his voice resounding: "Members of the Witch Rider Corps must immediately double their training, enhance spiritual defense, and simultaneously reinforce elite guards at the core positions, to win time for the commander!"
The representatives nodded one after another, some clenched their fists, some bit their lips until they bled, but everyone's eyes were alight with resolve and hope.
Even if the future is filled with uncertainty and darkness, they will swear to protect the remaining homeland to the death!
