Yet, to his astonishment, the giant robots managed to block his attack in time by moving that massive sword.
"He has experience using this thing… I wonder what he fought with that," Ethan asked when he barely avoided the sword strike and was still pushed away by the wind blast.
"That machine was used to hunt several creatures that were the guardians of some tribes," The time silver bird replied. "They weren't as strong as me, but they could win against ordinary foes with ease."
Ethan's heart weighed heavy with a mix of empathy and uncertainty. He understood the cost of war, the toll it took on both sides. The lives lost, the suffering endured—it was a burden that weighed heavily on his conscience. He questioned whether he should be the arbiter of fate, the one to decide the future of this world.
