Hitz and Mensa were left speechless by Isaac's question, but they respected his wishes and turned to Philo, who had just regained her composure. The decision was ultimately hers.
Even though Isaac was clearly making a concession, and even though he held the clear advantage, there was nothing to be done about it. After all, she was the princess.
As long as the Emperor of Terra lived, her privilege would remain.
"I ag—" Philo started to agree, shocked by the sheer scale of Isaac's forces. Over a thousand Tier Two Demons... and they were all powerful Great Sword Ghosts!
A force of this magnitude was enough to annihilate a small nation!
The gap in power was immense. On her own, she stood no chance of winning.
But just as she was about to speak, she suddenly spotted Remington's body among the horde of Demons. She froze for a moment before a realization struck her. 'This battle must be fought! Even if I'm certain to lose, I have to fight!'
