By now, the battle at the Far Northern Great Wall was likely in full swing.

The magic communication device blinked non-stop, reporting the situation on the front lines.

Arina, Arad, and the employees at the industrial complex, though at varying depths of involvement, all directed their thoughts and support toward the Wall with a unified spirit.

“Worried about what’s happening at the Wall?”

“Well...”

“I understand how you feel. But the more concerned you are, the more you must trust His Highness the Grand Duke and the Lenslet warriors.”

“Yes...”

As he spoke, Arad gently placed his hand on Mary’s …