"What's going on today? Why am I encountering these bizarre and disgusting things one after another?"
Despite complaining, Aiven's actions were unwavering; he leaped onto the nearby building and sprinted towards the "crime scene" at top speed.
As a Navy Officer from the Order Camp, he couldn't let such things happen right before his eyes. Of course, the most important point was that the "murderer" in his view didn't exceed the scope he could handle...
On the other side, a puddle of slime on the ground was no longer satisfying the blood-soaked "Hammer Youth," who turned around searching for a new target.
The two workers stumbling and crawling yet unable to run fast quickly caught his attention.
Step... step... step...
The "Hammer Youth's" pace wasn't hurried, but even at this normal walking speed, he easily caught up with the two fleeing workers.
Arriving behind one of them.
