"GRRRR…."
The nine Hollow Creatures advanced with synchronized precision, their combined mystical pressure crushing the air itself. The unit's defensive formation trembled, each Searcher recognizing the impossibility of their situation.
Rey's mind raced through desperate calculations.
'If I intervene with full power, I could potentially eliminate three, maybe four before the others overwhelm the position. But that would require revealing Sequence #1 Chaos Art techniques, using the Prince of Darkness's capabilities, demonstrating combat effectiveness that no Gold-rank Searcher should possess—'
At that point, he would paint a huge target on his back.
He might as well be dead.
"Haa…"
Seraphine raised her sword with trembling arms, preparing to sell her life as expensively as possible despite depleted reserves and catastrophic odds.
The Hollow Creatures were twenty meters away.
Fifteen meters.
Ten meters.
Then—
VWUUUSH
