No one could discern Alea's real intention because what she did was truly too absurd. Her strength shouldn't be enough to destroy all the walls here, even though there was no rule binding them except for the fact they needed to leave their weapons behind.
Agata looked to the sky while thinking about her intention. Unfortunately, she soon realized that it was impossible for her to discern the real plan no matter how hard she thought.
"Marco. Keep Phyrill at bay while investigating the reason why Alea destroys the wall."
"I can't promise you the latter, but sure." Marco nodded and leaped forward.
Phyrill had transformed into his werewolf form as he took another look at Marco, who also had transformed.
Marco's hands began to grow green scales as his nails turned into claws and his eyes became sharper.
"Thyrus. The river dragon…" Phyrill narrowed his eyes. "But it shouldn't be that high in rank."
