"Hehe, what a grand celebration it truly is."
Amid the smoke-filled skies, inside the command cabin of the "Fortress," a clear and pleasant female voice rang.
The magic array on the console in the cabin flashed continuously, reflecting a fair and bright, exquisite face, with twin ponytails tied neatly behind her, making her look clean and agile.
She appeared to be a harmless young girl, with sharp little fangs occasionally showing, evidently at odds with the cold and solemn command center.
Through the observation window of the command cabin, she looked down at the clusters of flames erupting on the ground, her lips curling with a trace of smugness and schadenfreude.
In her starry eyes, only the colorful magic radiance and blooming flame-colored death flowers were reflected; as for the Grim Kingdom soldiers shattering amidst the blaze and explosions, they were apparently beneath her notice.
