"Oh shit!" An Awakened with light blue hair gasped as the masked boy, who had a streak of white in his hair, appeared in the middle of the battlefield—right between the temporary Awakened faction and the Cromwell and Armstrong factions.
Everyone immediately tensed as Hendrix appeared out of thin air. The giant, spherical, blood-red pattern also came to an abrupt stop. Her fingers, which had been outstretched, trembled slightly, her face pale.
"Damn it, he just has to show up now of all times!" one Awakened cursed under his breath, clenching his weapon so tightly that his knuckles looked ready to pop out from his skin.
The Awakened present in the valley all shared one thing in common: fear of the white-haired boy, who scanned the surroundings as if searching for someone. Hendrix had visited every town in the western region and humiliated everyone present, giving them a form of trauma—hence their hesitance.
