The fragile peace that had not even found a proper ground to settle between the vagabonds and the guilds was at the brink of collapsing when Lord Dexter and other Fanatics appeared.
"I see. These pets and rats have you cornered. We came just in time to aid a fellow worshiper." The moment Dexter said that, the eyes of the other three Fanatics behind him glowed.
Immediately, they unleashed their summons. Three Ignikai Berserkers appeared. Volcanic rocks made their armour and they all wore masks with two horns, exposing only their eyes that were like the depths of a volcano.
One of them held a bow, another had a sword glowing like it just came out from the forge across its back and the last one, almost twice as big as the other two who were nine feet tall, had no weapons, just massive arms that could melt whatever it touched with magma.
