Druvan's voice cracks in terror.
"My lord! We need orders!"
Grell stares at the falling soldiers, at the endless storm of arrows blotting out the sky.
His ambition freezes into raw fear.
"This… This isn't possible…"
Grell's horse skids back as another blast of force shakes the earth.
His face twists—fear, confusion, anger all fighting to surface.
"When… when did the monster race of that place become this strong!?" he shouts, gripping his reins until his knuckles pale. "Nam City always reported their monster population is kept in check! They hunt them when any group grows too strong! So why—why is this happening? That was all a lie!?"
Arrows keep falling. Soldiers scream. Smoke rises.
Grell's lips tremble.
"R-retreat… we need to—"
He never finishes.
Because in that moment—
—two auras crash down onto the plains like thunder from the heavens.
One is heavy, oppressive, crushing the lungs of every human below.
A high-level Tier 6.
