Another bridge collapsed into an avalanche of debris, sending countless tons of jagged stone plummeting into the river. When the pieces of the broken bridge froze in the air and moved in reverse, gargantuan tendrils of shadow rose again to hold them back.
Standing in the runic hall of the Night Garden, Sunny grimaced and swayed slightly, his porcelain face turning even paler than usual.
'Ah…'
He was pushing against his limits.
Directly controlling the Shadow Legion was already far more strenuous than what he was used to, and he was manipulating the shadow golems that fired the cannons as well. But it was actually the act of preventing the Eternal City from restoring the shattered bridges that was the most taxing.
