In the purple, flowing waves that spread unimpeded, Rami and Amilia circled the premises slowly, searching.
They bulldozed and killed every obstruction in their way, but injuries accumulated steadily.
It was a more severe situation than ever since their true enemy had yet to be seen, yet both weren't in top condition.
"Our enemy should be beneath this place, do not stop moving!" Amilia said, heavy sweat dripping down her forehead and onto her vest.
Rami looked to her and said in confusion: "Beneath?"
"Agroism, plants. Where else but the soil?" Amilia answered, breaths harsh. To take the onslaught drained her reserves; pain tore at her chest.
"Just one person, so easy?"
"Not easy, there's a mysterious child here." Amilia's voice sounded gloomy, recollecting the words Alistair said.
"I doubt this child would be any goo—"
"Duck!" She pushed Rami to the side, her body soaring left.
