"Get ready to move."
"Should this Red Dragon escape, our operation will be considered a failure."
Calsus looked at Max, who was already in the air, and stated coldly.
His two greatswords were already in his hands.
As he spoke, all sorts of complicated patterns began to light up on the claymores.
A razor-sharp sword aura, with Calsius as the center, was unleashed.
This sudden burst of the sword aura instantly stirred up a strong hurricane.
As a result of the sharp sword aura, Gallio, who was standing beside Calsus, had his hair flutter violently. In fact, there were even quite a number of strands which had been sliced off due to Calsus' sword aura.
"That's terrifying..."
"How far has Lord Calsus pursued the path of the sword..."
While looking at his hair that had been cut off by Calsus' sword aura, Gallio could feel his heart begin to palpitate.
The gaze he used to look at Calsus had also become much more solemn.
