Marc and Ronald took turns shooting the Mester Stoor Worm dragons. Hiro sheathed his sword again. Close both eyes. Then slash quickly. Plus [Whirlwind Slash] was so obvious. Making the surroundings spin like a hurricane. The look in his eyes was reminiscent of when Grandark met Gufron. His grinning smile had made Hiro unable to hide his annoyance.
"Why am I reminded of that bastard anyway!"
"You'd better shut up and leave it all to me?"
"A-"
Although Grandark was taken aback by his words, Hiro remained calm after Sakari's departure. No longer as passionate as on the ninth floor. A sigh escaped from Grandark. The black dragon closed its eyes. Transferring into the body of the brown-haired youth. Hiro felt the energy that had just been transferred from him. A slight smile on his lips.
"Allen, Yumi! Time to strike back!" said Hiro.
"Finally I've been waiting for that word."
"Hiro-kun..."
