Many guilds had pinned their hopes on the final operation, yet the brutal reality left them heartbroken.
Even though they had witnessed the Molten Mountain Dragon, they never imagined it would be this formidable.
A single Dragon Breath claimed tens of thousands of lives, all of them elite members of their guilds.
Controlling the Void Crossbow and the Mountain Bombarding Cannon yielded considerable damage, but the military merits gained were hardly proportional.
Such massive losses were utterly fruitless.
But now, no amount of complaining could change the outcome. This was a play already rehearsed; no matter how much they wished to quit, they had no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit before them.
The leaders could not change their minds, and neither could they.
The Molten Mountain Dragon was consumed by unfathomable rage, and only by crushing these pathetic beings into dust could he vent his fury.
