"Hmmm~" Damascus summoned her trusty throne and sentient cloud servant as she leaned her back. "As long as I keep an eye on them and save them whenever it's necessary, everything will be fine."
With the battle still ongoing more turbulent than ever, one of the Lautus Tunguska's disciples managed to reach for the Bearing Edge's Quilled Dragon.
His fist was hurled from the sky. The Quilled Dragon saw the action beforehand and he merely raised his wrist nonchalantly to block the destructive strike.
The shockwave permeated the surrounding, shuddering the expensive-looking carriage beside the Quilled Dragon.
"A foreigner?" The Quilled Dragon shook off his arm as if his challenger was a mosquito merely bothering him. "I have never seen that uniform before. Introduce yourself to me, young one."
