Meanwhile...
"Lucas, they've breached the first defensive layer!" Iris shouted, her voice trembling as the alarm sigils flared across the chamber.
"She's right. The inner barrier is destabilizing. At this rate… they'll break it soon." Maya was already at the console, her eyes wide as she scanned the projections.
At those words, Lucas gritted his teeth in anger, clutching his fists tightly.
He had briefly reached the peak of the Semi-God realm and wasn't strong enough to fight against them.
Even if he used his blessing, he was only confident that he could take at most a dozen gods with him, leaving the rest free to attack the kingdom.
"....Queen Isabella, what should we do?" he couldn't help but ask.
Isabella stood near the central window, her hands clasped behind her back, staring at the distant glow of the barriers under attack.
She had done her duty as the Queen for more than nine years since Aestrea had left.
