Alyssa froze in place, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She simply couldn't understand it—why would the Northern Sector, one of the Ironclad Legion's four core regions, send out a distress signal?
What the hell had happened over there?
Just as Alyssa stood there dazed, a magic-type assassin seized the opening and drove a strike into her back.
By the time Alyssa snapped back to her senses, it was already too late.
It's over. Everything's over!
In this [Arena of Races], the Ironclad Legion was about to suffer an unprecedented collapse!
And she, Alyssa—the leading figure of the Ironclad Legion's youngest generation—could only be forced to leave in regret.
So… was this really the end!?
Alyssa was unwilling to accept it, but with the magic assassin right in front of her, it was too late to react—
Yet just as she resigned herself, giving up all resistance…
The icy, piercing pain she imagined never came.
