The White Serpent, Jormungandr, relentlessly sought an opening.

No matter how extraordinary Balzac, Sun, and Isabel were, their essence was still human.

When it came to stamina and time, the advantage lay firmly with the White Serpent and Isaac.

Roaaaar!

At a certain moment, Isaac and Jormungandr seized their chance.

Just as the barrier of the wall was about to be restored, and the defenders briefly shifted positions to activate the defensive wards—

[Isabel’s movement has paused.]

Isaac noticed the subtle hesitation in Isabel as she instinctively sensed the precarious state of the Lenslet Grand Duchess.

Whoooom—

Jormungandr’s massive, heavy …