Countless undead piled up on the boundless wasteland, the surging firelight igniting the bodies of some small demons. They traversed between the undead, carrying a terrifying might, crashing against the tightly closed city gates.
Two illusions streaked across the wasteland sky, descending toward the closed city gates, toward the dense undead army.
Just as they were about to approach these undead armies, strands of green light wove into a dense web, blocking their path.
The two illusions paused, gazing at the web of green light.
A voice with a slight electrical sizzle emerged from one of the illusions, "Levi, are you going to break the covenant and join the Federation's civil war?"
"I am not here to break the covenant," a calm and hoarse voice sounded within the green web. Subsequently, the glow of the web contracted swiftly, outlining a humanoid figure with white hair—it was Levi.
