Not every being in any realm was born perfect. No matter how strong someone is, there is a weakness. "Death's weakness is noon," Leviathan said. "From nine in the morning to three in the afternoon, that's the time where he will be on his weakest."
"And we will utilize that time to defeat him, right?" Leonardo asked, to which Leviathan answered with a nod. "But what about Lance? Where are they now?"
"There's a problem," Irus suddenly spoke. "I can't seem to open the portal to my realm. Something is blocking me from accessing it."
"What?" Leonardo gasped. "What will happen to them now?"
"They're safe," Irus assured. "But for now, I can't seem to contact them. We will be on our own for a little while. Will that be fine?"
"Maybe we should wait for them for a little bit," the Holy Crow suggested. "Even when there are quite a few people with us that are strong, it's best if there are many of us."
