Awaiting the arrival of the fighters on the battlefield, the combat mages were once teleported to an enclosed space designed in viridescent biomes. The sun right above them is an artificial light Marget created for the domain, and the rest were made by the remaining Goddesses in order to make it look like exactly a deserted rain forest.
The Ancient Necromancer, Sybeth, and Armament Creator, Arion woke up amidst old brambles covering their peripheral vision. The moment they met their eyes, no words had been exchanged a mere nod threw them in action.
"Is this really gonna work?" Yuna doubted, she's more restless than ever.
"My only greatest fear is that it could be possible that necromancer will stab Arion's back." Adriel's skepticism kicks in, after all, she was the one who instigated a
