General Pennel stood with a frown. These changes were entirely out of his expectations.
One sweeping change after another was continuously throwing their plans into upheaval, and the only silver lining seemed to be that the Thistles were confused as well. If it was the case that they had come prepared, then the Nightingale Empire might truly be finished.
He looked up, his face solemn.
This Tribulation… it brought back memories that made him shudder from head to toe, and yet it was tens of times—no, hundreds of times—more powerful than his own back then.
The gap was so wide that the General began to wonder if it was even smart for them to be here. If whatever it was survived their Tribulation, even as a newly minted Gold Mancer…
Would they stand a chance?
Given the region they were in, it had to be a beast. And not just any beast, but probably one above Manaborn…
A Runebound Beast?
