165 Entering the Secret Plane

Two days later.

On the plain, under the altar, hundreds of people were gathered.

Eli and Rawls stood in front of the White Tower warlocks, and not far away were the warlocks of the Blood Alliance. Adams and Molin were also standing in front of the warlocks of their forces.

Adams straightened his body with an unruly expression, and his eyes didn't even look at the White Tower. On the other hand, Molin, who was a charming man with good skin, was smiling.

As for the warlocks behind them, they were all grinning and looking at the sorcerers of the White Tower with sharp eyes as if they were lambs waiting to be slaughtered. The victory was in their hands.

"It's almost time."

On the altar, Kratos said calmly, with Dick beside him.

"Indeed, it's almost time." Dick also nodded, his eyes flashing with a cold light.