Outside the dark tower, numerous high-level professionals had been guarding for more than half a day. As the sky grew darker, no movements were noticed from inside the tower.
But everyone maintained considerable patience and vigilance because they knew that once the Demon King entered the tower, it would have to come out through the door. There was no other way to leave the tower; otherwise, it would not be called a miracle.
"Everyone! Judging from the current situation, the Demon King is trying to test our patience! Rest assured! The supply convoy I arranged has arrived nearby! Everyone can take turns resting and replenishing your energy!"
Along with the voice of the Grand Duke emanating from a magical white pigeon, a convoy of wagons stopped several hundred meters away from these professionals, carrying food, potions, and other supplies meant to support the professionals stationed here.
