Dias' charcoal-like, rough, black face drained of color as he noticed a human figure clad in red approaching them.
"Oh, Monarch!" He exclaimed, turning his head to look at Kl'Drog, who also noticed the sight of the human figure by now.
Urgency resonated in his trembling voice as Dias let out a desperate yell, "I beg you, commander, please, run! Perhaps with the help of your shadow teleportation, you can make your escape!"
"Escape? But isn't it already too late for that?"
"Yes," Dias nodded nervously. "However, perhaps, with our remaining forces here and a touch of luck, we might still be able to–"
At that moment, Dias felt his skin crawl and his eyes widened. The reason for this was a sudden yet strange realization during his explanation.
The voice that questioned him not only didn't belong to his commander, but it also came from the wrong direction!
It resounded from behind him!
