August and Azrael came out of the dust storm, Oliver ran up to them in a hurry, seeing August all injured.
Oliver looked up at Azrael with a questioning look, she remained silent for a moment. "He killed it." Azrael declared with a long sigh.
Oliver, who was supporting August to stand, was flustered by it. He looked at Azrael then in August not being able to believe her words.
"Stop being shocked. He only killed the smallest crevette with half of his body injured. God knows what will happen if he fights the one that matches his level." Azrael snorted, giving a side glance at him.
Precisely the moment she finishes, the land under them starts to shake. Oliver grabbed August's arm from stopping from falling, while Azrael tried to keep herself stable.
"What's happening?" August expressed his worry looking over at her. Even before Azrael could speak, a loud growl came from the cave facing them, catching their attention.
