"We don't have much time left."
While the Absolution Hunting Team hesitated within the stealth barrier, not far from the battlefield, high atop an ancient locust tree, Seven Crows also spoke similar words to his companions.
In the crystal ball he held, a massive figure as large as a small mountain had clearly outlined its menacing shape.
"It's a Hungarian Tree Bee, less than five kilometers from us, just a couple of wing flaps and it will be here." Seven Crows' voice was somewhat serious: "If I have to choose between that Fishman and the mission, I choose the mission."
The implication was that when the Hungarian Tree Bee arrives at the battlefield, he won't remain waiting here but will turn to leave.
Crow No.3 touched the sharp beak on his mask.
"Such... surprising patience."
