Evening had fallen over Leonera Village, and the sky was now shrouded in thick clouds of smoke.
What had once been a peaceful and lively village had become a grim battlefield. Ruined houses, shattered walls, and burning debris littered the streets. The air was heavy with dust and the stench of blood.
A young man wearing a silver mask ran across the remains of the village, a sword gripped firmly in his right hand.
He leaped from one broken wall to another, his gaze occasionally shifting toward his companion flying high above.
Amon was soaring through the sky, carrying the very creature they had come here to eliminate.
'He really attacked without a second thought.'
Arnold glanced toward the area below. In the distance, he spotted Mason standing near a woman dressed in a priestess's robe.
'Professor Adelia? What is she doing here?'
He recognized her immediately.
