"About 50 Blessed, 25 Cleansed, and 1 Radiant Proven." Azrael used [Inspect] on the stronger-looking people under his tail in order to quickly estimate their power.
Such a force was not to be underestimated. Under normal circumstances, they would have cleared the Rift long ago. The only reason they hadn't was the harsh environment and the fact that their target, the King monster, had been guarded by thousands of knights that rivaled their power.
'One could say that the reason they have reached so far is me triggering all these events.' He thought, eyes narrowing.
Azrael had found himself in quite the predicament. Being chased by so many system users could only spell trouble. It didn't take long for them to start calling forth their ranged weapons and skills, getting ready to assault him in midair.
They were many and powerful, while he was alone. Still, he held a great advantage over them.
It was quite a simple one, yet it was going to make all the difference.
He was calm.
