Arthur will have to figure it out inside the city. I don’t know enough about the city’s resources.
Jasmine’s hands trembled as she withdrew her power from the examination. Charlotte’s condition was stable for now, but ti was running out faster than anyone realised.
I can use my blood steal and blood ignition skills to empower her body. But the problem still remains...She can’t stay like this forever...we need her body to strengthen itself...by itself.
The girl who ant everything to Arthur was sitting on a magical ti bomb that would eventually detonate regardless of equipnt or healing.
Unless Arthur continues to bring her stronger blood...that’s the only way I can keep her alive apart from strengthening her body.
Jasmine stared at Charlotte’s peaceful face, knowing she would have to deliver the news to the one person who terrified even superior-rank demons.
"Arthur won’t take this well... He might just drown the world in blood if it ans restoring her health." Jasmine muttered softly, gazing outside the window.
...
Ottawa Command Center - Canada
Pri Minister Fitzgerald watched through reinforced windows as powerful, devastating spears of ice carved through a pack of Epic-rank demons.
The creatures that had terrorised military units across North Arica fell like wheat before the scythe.
This is what his summons are...like. Imagine him...
The Frost Wyvern’s scales glittered with lethal beauty as it descended from arctic winds, each breath releasing temperatures that could freeze steel. Its presence had transford Ottawa from a besieged capital into an impregnable fortress.
"Status report," Fitzgerald commanded, his voice steady despite the awe coursing through his system.
General MacLeod approached with tablets displaying real-ti data. "Casualties down ninety-seven percent since the Wyvern’s arrival. Demon incursions have completely ceased in the capital region."
Ninety-seven percent. Mathematical miracle.
"Sir," MacLeod continued, "we’re receiving reports from across our allies. Every major population centre is experiencing similar protection levels from the other summons."
The Frost Wyvern landed on the Parliant building’s roof, its massive form creating a barrier that no demon dared approach. Ice crystals ford in the air around its position, reality itself responding to its elental mastery.
One creature. Protecting an entire city.
"What about our Beta players?" Fitzgerald asked. "How do they compare?"
MacLeod’s expression grew uncomfortable. "Sir, our strongest player is Rebecca. A-rank Ice Manipulation, Level 14. She’s considered our national champion."
Our best versus Arthur’s summon.
"And?"
"Rebecca estimates she could survive approximately two seconds against the Wyvern in direct combat. That’s her optimistic assessnt."
Two seconds. Our champion versus one of his countless summons.
The implications crashed over Fitzgerald like arctic wind. Canada’s most powerful awakened individual—soone who dominated all beta players in the country - was utterly outclassed by Arthur’s protection.
We’re not just allies. We’re dependents. He doesn’t need us...We need him.
Through the window, another wave of demons approached from the frozen wasteland. Superior-rank creatures that had devastated Arican cities moved with confidence.
The Frost Wyvern’s response was casual, almost bored.
WHOOSH!
A breath of absolute zero turned the air solid. The demons beca ice sculptures mid-stride, their corrupted forms preserved in crystalline perfection.
Effortless annihilation.
"Sir," an aide approached with urgent communications. "We’re receiving transmissions from the United States. Specifically from Chicago."
Our southern neighbors. The ones who refused Arthur’s alliance.
Fitzgerald accepted the encrypted tablet, his eyes processing the incoming data with growing horror.
Ergency Transmission - Chicago Military Command
Catastrophic losses. Requesting imdiate assistance. Demon forces have overrun seventy percent of the tropolitan area. Conventional forces are ineffective. Awakened units suffering massive casualties. We are waiting for our beta players to arrive, but we need help in the anti.
Estimated civilian deaths: 400,000 and rising.
Military losses: 70% of deployed forces.
Request imdiate evacuation support for the remaining population.
The transmission cut off abruptly, replaced by static that spoke of infrastructure collapse.
Chicago is gone.
"General, what’s the situation along our border?"
MacLeod’s tablet displayed satellite imagery that painted a stark picture. The Arican side showed burning cities, displaced populations, and military units in full retreat.
The Canadian side looked peaceful and thriving compared to it.
"Sir, we’re receiving refugee streams from Detroit, Buffalo, and Minneapolis. Arican citizens fleeing the demon incursions."
Running to safety we didn’t earn.
Fitzgerald studied the tactical displays with growing appreciation for Arthur’s strategic thinking. Alliance hadn’t just provided protection—it had created sanctuary in a world gone mad.
Smart investnt. Incredible returns.
"What about their Beta players?" he asked. "Arican champions?"
"A few of their A-Rank champions are sent to different states, but there are too many to count. Whilst the stronger ones...they are not seen."
Their strongest players...are not on the radar. They are clearly afraid of Arthur’s attack, or they are planning to ambush him.
"All killed by superior-rank demons in the past six hours."
"Sir," MacLeod continued, "intelligence suggests Arican military command is considering nuclear options against major demon concentrations."
Nuclear weapons against supernatural entities. Desperation incarnate.
"They’re discussing tactical strikes on their own cities to halt demon advancent."
Fitzgerald processed this information with growing unease. Their neighbours were contemplating actions that would make reconstruction impossible.
"Hmph. Do you really believe that? They are clearly worried about Arthur; they are just making the news slightly more bearable once it arrives. Who in their right mind would wipe out an entire city to save it from demons? A nuclear weapon would do more damage to a city than those demons would."
Through the window, they could see the rift pumping out demons. But the Frost Wyvern’s response was just as quick.
CRACK!
Ice spears materialised from thin air, each one guided. The true demon found itself impaled through all four limbs before absolute cold claid its consciousness.
"General, compile a comprehensive report. Casualty comparisons, infrastructure damage, and economic impact. I want precise numbers."
Docuntation for posterity.
"Yes, sir. Preliminary data suggests our alliance with Arthur has prevented approximately two million Canadian casualties. This wyvern is protecting the whole city!"
Two million lives...that’s only the direct impact. As for indirect impact...that’s another story.
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