Chapter 291
#291
Navardoze exhaled. The fireball that had been lingering in her throat shot toward the headquarters of Nebula Clazie. In an instant, all movements of the Allied forces stopped.
“Shoot, shot!”
Someone shouted. The moment had finally arrived. A bright and hot fireball, so bright that it seemed like it was the sun's younger brother, was gliding through the wind.
“Everyone, close your eyes and bow your heads! Send a request for support to the Magic Tower!”
“Respond calmly!”
This was where it got important. The commanders leading each unit quickly began giving instructions. The soldiers, as they had practiced beforehand, sought cover, ducked deeply, and turned away from the fireball.
(Aunt Fila. It's now.)
(I checked. This is awesome.)