"Right, so, where were we?"
Artorias gazed at Sarathiel the Seraphim who was still focused on healing up its eyes.
The feathers of its wings lay on the ground, bloodied and plucked out.
"After my sight is healed, my silhouette shall be the last thing you shall see, mortal."
Sarathiel said telepathically once more.
Faust looked on.
"What are they doing?! They should be able to finish it off while it is still immobilized, it is stuck in its place!"
He exclaimed.
"Luken, who is that scruffy kid over there?"
The Basilisk Slayer asked Luken.
"That is Faust. Faust Keisuke, he is under my command as acting captain of this team. The other two with him are what is left of the members."
Luken bit his lower lip with pure unadulterated rage.
"If those three are the only ones left standing, then that can only mean one thing…"
He added.
