The sound of explosions echoed from various areas in front of the large doors leading to the banquet hall of the human palace.
A burning smell could be sensed everywhere in the room, but that scent clung most strongly to the body of a man who was being surrounded by people in black robes.
The black robe of the surrounded man was burned in several parts, revealing burn wounds on his skin.
His already irregular breathing became harder to release because it was blocked by his partially broken black mask, from the broken part one of his black eyes could be seen staring at the people surrounding him.
Even though the man's gaze was directed at those surrounding him, his mind was not focused.
But the voice of a man pulled him back to his senses.
"DON'T LOSE, BLACK!"
Black's lips behind his mask twitched, a breath escaped from him.
He glanced slightly toward that voice, there Clay was also being ganged up on by clone users.
