They were above the ground and in the air.

They did not care about where they were as they weaved together in order to create a path.

The branches were heading toward one location.

The palace.

The branches were rushing toward the spot right underneath the airship.

Bang! Bang!

They also gobbled up dead mana bombs along the way.

Nothing seemed to be able to stop them.

�Hurry up!�

The magic circles activated as the alchemist urged them on.

Ooooooooong-

The magic circles and the magic stones above them started to shine.

However, the alchemist on the airship started to frown.

He was looking at the castle wall. There was something flying up into the sky from underneath the castle wall.

It was someone whose hair was as red as the fire spells that the Empire had prepared.

Rosalyn was flying toward the airship. Red mana was swaying around her as if it was a cape.

�Damn it!

Just how much did they prepare?!�

The alchemist slammed down on the railing. His gaze then turned toward the person at the center of the approaching enemies. He could see the red hair above the now black Section 7 ground.

Cale, the owner of that red hair, started to speak. He gave an order to the tree trunks.

�Grow.�

Keep growing.

Grow to the point that the enemies will fear you.

�Stretch out.� JrNovels.com