A roaring Mind Storm, manifesting as rampaging white lightning, tore the souls of entire swathes of Slaughter Demons to shreds within the Spiritual Domain.
Raphael hovered in mid-air, his eyes blazing white.
After a long silence, he responded to Manon, 'Ports Four and Five have fallen. The defensive line in the upper-level battle zone is currently holding sixty meters in front of Port Three.
'I need to know for certain if you can break out on your own.'
Upon hearing the voices of Matthias and Manon, Raphael was internally far from the calm his voice projected. It felt as though a suffocating weight had finally been lifted from his chest.
However, as a frontline commander, he had to remain rational and composed at all times.
Even though he was ecstatic with relief and desperate to rush to the lower-level ports to reinforce them, his position demanded he consider the strategy for the entire battle zone.
