Night.
Within the human territory.
The east, an unknown primeval forest.
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom—"
The sound of a massive object crashing down, like a meteor shower, rang out.
Amid the dust and smoke, it turned out to be the speeding Transcendents from the "Diplomatic Squad," landing from the trees.
"Cough... cough cough..." a man in armor covered his mouth and nose, looked up, and watched his teammates jumping down one after another, and roared, "Lighten up! Are you setting off fireworks?"
Afterwards, the remaining Transcendents slowed down their momentum and gently floated down from the treetops.
A group of masters of grade E or higher, fully exerting their power, looked like they could easily demolish a forest...
"Plop."
