Meanwhile, far from the battlefield, beyond the reach of both human soldiers' and virus beasts' eyes, an Advance-rank virus beast floated silently in the air.
Its pitch-black body blended seamlessly into the background, everything except its glowing orange scythes, which radiated intense heat.
From its elongated metallic body, the upper section peeled open as if wings were about to sprout. Instead of wings, small jet thrusters emerged, keeping its massive frame suspended in the air.
"It begins."
A mysterious figure, entirely cloaked in a robe, spoke softly. He stood atop the beast's head, gazing down at the battlefield. His expression was hidden beneath a worn hoodie, lending him an air of eerie obscurity.
He turned his head to the side, watching hundreds of virus beasts sent by an entity known as the Venerable Mother advance toward the battlefield. The Mother had granted him a single flying beast, entrusted to him for his own mission.
Then, the awaited moment arrived.
