Godfrey wasn't alone. His entire army followed.
The Ultras, after winning the battle of Shizclar against the Empire, had begun to shift their forces elsewhere. And the first to move was the savage lord himself—Godfrey.
"Frey… could that be?"
Clana asked, barely able to endure the weight of the aura pressing down on her. Frey nodded.
"They're here for us."
The Ultras were starting to take them seriously. The arrival of an army this large confirmed that something massive was about to happen.
What convinced Frey even more was the direction Godfrey and his army were heading—toward the other side of the pass. The same road that led to their companions.
"Something's wrong…"
Why had Godfrey appeared here, now?
Had the Ultras already discovered where their group was hiding?
Frey couldn't suppress the killing intent that surged within him as those thoughts filled his mind.
"Frey?"
Clana clutched his waist tightly—but his eyes continued to glow with that dangerous violet hue.
