"Oh, damn! They're too fast! I can't even follow their movements!" Eztein exclaimed. His eyes darted wildly across the sky, desperately trying to keep track of the four figures. Every time he thought he had caught one of them, another explosion erupted somewhere else.
His expression gradually turned grim.
"Just what kind of monsters are they...?"
"They're on a completely different level..." Vashno muttered.
His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. He could barely perceive their movements, let alone comprehend the power behind every collision.
Yet instead of fear, determination burned in his eyes.
Someday, he would reach that level too.
"Just what is the Gluttony Army planning this time?" Doranjan muttered, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the chaotic battlefield above.
Even he could feel the terrifying pressure radiating from the sky. Each collision made his instincts scream at him to retreat.
This wasn't a battle he could interfere with.
