"Aaaah!"
Upon seeing the surging dark void, Palmer screamed uncontrollably as if he had stubbed his toe against a cabinet corner.
With the formidable Trick blocking his path ahead, and the dark void closing in from behind, Palmer started to miss the Butcher's Pit. Though the situation there wasn't much better, at least there was a way to escape.
"Damn it! What exactly is Serey doing? What happened to the promised distraction? Could he already be dead?"
After panicking, Palmer cursed Serey. He had seemed quite imposing, but only lasted for a short while? Is he really the Night Race Lord?
Despite his complaints, Palmer hadn't forgotten his task. He turned, shifted his strength, and with Ether and whirlwind rising, his muscles tensed as he threw Wei'Er toward the thunder-surrounded core of the battlefield.
After a cat's cry, Wei'Er streaked across the battlefield like a black meteor.
