The battlefield in the sky belonged to Gilgamesh, it belonged to Uruk.
Meanwhile, the battlefield of the Heroic Spirits belonged to Yi Lin and Milien.
Before jumping off the city wall, Milien suddenly remembered something. Her half-embedded leg in the wall twitched as she turned her head and asked, "By the way, Lin. I'm still dying to know, what exactly is the main quest?"
Yi Lin gazed deeply at Milien.
He was silent for a few seconds.
Finally, he only said one sentence: "As the ancients said, the ship will straighten as it reaches the bridge. Let's focus on dealing with the Black Party Spirits first; a solution will surely arise."
Milien tilted her head, nodded, and leaped down from the ten-meter-high city wall.
In truth,
Milien felt something was off.
Based on her understanding of Yi Lin, he rarely spoke in such uncertain terms.
But with the battle intensifying, Milien didn't dwell on it.
The tasks had already been delegated.
