The Witch's Game Was Nearing Its End.
Anyone who had witnessed the brutal battles unfolding could sense it.
The Elite Class—after securing victory in many of their individual duels—had gained a bit of breathing room, unaware that a massive army had once been lying in wait.
And it was Frey Starlight alone who held that army at bay .. facing Mergo in a hidden battle no one else even knew had taken place.
But what Frey did was not victory. It was merely a delay ... buying them time.
The thousand soldiers he faced were only the vanguard, the frontlines of just one region.
There were still three other regions, each dispatching an army of equal—or greater—strength.
And they were coming… for him and his friends.
Led by the remaining Ultras and Hollow, these armies crept closer to the center, slowly encircling Frey and the others who had earned only a few precious minutes with their final desperate stand.
