The remaining team members also made their expected judgments. They were warriors who survived the storm in Old Dunling, having faced such demons many times during that long war.
"Something's not right."
Red Falcon rolled up and got to his feet, watching the ferocious figure behind the smoke and dust with a heavy gaze.
Although he was a carefree guy, Red Falcon still possessed the necessary professional qualities; otherwise, he wouldn't have become an upper-rank knight, nor would he have been lucky enough to survive until now.
