Boom!
In the midst of the Beetle Tide, a team, like an arrow released from the string, charged forward irresistibly, forcefully parting the densely packed beetles and swiftly making a path through the enclosed underground tunnel.
Everywhere they went, beetles were turned into severed limbs and fragmented bodies, their corpses accumulating in layers. Casio was at the very front of this team, bearing the greatest pressure, yet he was still handling it with ease. When breaking through obstacles, his movements were as smooth as a hot knife slicing through butter; his footsteps never faltered for a moment.
Casio had come to the Oyon Ruins three times and encountered the Beetle Tide on each visit. From the first time, when he had to run for his life, to the second time, when he avoided its sharp edges. Now, he no longer harbored much fear towards the Beetles.
