This time, the Crimson Hills had clearly thrown every last hidden card onto the table.
An overwhelming tide of power swept across the land—so vast that even Freya, Isabella, and the other Frostvale elves felt their souls tremble.
They all knew how, over the long centuries, the Crimson Hills had used the Crimson Crystal Coffins and other forbidden rituals to seal and cultivate countless master and peak grandmaster-rank powerhouses.
Even without considering the fifty awe-inspiring divine aspects, the sheer number of high-tier combatants alone was enough to crush nearly any army on the continent.
High above the clouds, several powerful beings were silently watching the battlefield.
Among them were Jacob, the King of Albion, and Wolfgang the Ironbreaker, Lord of Blade City.
Other hidden figures—unknown but no less formidable—also cast their spiritual sight upon the skies above the Crimson Hills.
Their attention was fixed on those fifty towering divine aspects.
