Inside the mech, the group shot upward, piercing the clouds in a single surge of power.
Below them, Ethan and the others glanced back down at the volcano. It was teeming with figures—though fewer than before, every survivor seemed to have returned. Hundreds of airborne beasts circled above the crater, their massive wings blotting out the smoke. Each one carried an aura that marked it as a War God-rank being.
Among them, Ethan spotted two faces he knew all too well: Eamon, who had once slipped away using Blood Escape, and the Dreadlord, who had been near him when he first arrived in this place. Both now hovered in the air, staring down at the rising mech with expressions of shock.
He understood why—they had been baffled by his sudden disappearance, and now this monstrous machine, which they would never recognize as a mech, was soaring straight at them. To them, it could only be some unknown alien predator, a thing from a nightmare.
