Theo frowned as he glared at the imperial palace, an uneasy feeling washing over him.
“Defensive magic, is it?”
The palace was surrounded by intricate magical formations, densely packed like a web of spells. Mana flowed through them, causing the palace to appear like a mirage, its image shimmering as if submerged in running water.
It wasn’t offensive magic but was clearly designed for defense, perhaps even more complicated than the Mage Tower’s absolute barriers. From a strategic perspective, it was a marvel.
“The capital truly is different from the northern backwaters,” Lodbrok remarked, her interest piqued as her eyes gleamed with fascination.
Theo could only imagine how this sight must appear through her gaze. He felt a twinge of regret at not being able to witness it in the same way.
“And yet, no resistance until now?”
