Shockwaves and blurry figures could be seen across Serith's ordinarily clear and sunny sky. Even from a distance, it was possible to discern the tremendous explosions and resulting wind currents.
A couple of dozen seconds had already passed, and the battle in the air was still taking place. However, calling it a battle was perhaps an exaggeration. Like a cat playing with a mouse, the royal knight was taking his time tormenting Desmond and sapping his strength.
Desmond's expression was severe to the extreme; he never expected things to come to this point. Desmond didn't understand the royal family very well. He hadn't had enough time to thoroughly study them, which is why he had not foreseen their intervention.
