When the third stronghold emerged from the blurred lines of the horizon, Damien furrowed his eyebrows and halted the march of his summoned monsters.
The military installation was large, but what troubled him was the scattered Aetheric Weapons. One alone could decimate Behemoth, and several stood alongside the fortress.
"This is troublesome..." he muttered under his breath, visibly annoyed.
Standing behind him was the Prothonean, who observed the stronghold and remarked. "They are prepared against our forces, Lord Oberon."
"Not only did they scatter their Aetheric Weapons, but they are also utilizing constructs. It seems that the instant defeat of the second stronghold made them cautious."
Hearing Proton's words, Damien nodded in agreement and added. "This would mean that the vampires operating the stronghold are either somewhere or deep underground."
