While the scouts and the Apokalips are fighting. Per minute, one scout or two Apokalips would fall. Caleb, although used to seeing deaths by now. He can't help but feel remorse at the fragility of human life. It's like a flame in the candle that could be snuffed out at any time.
"Don't you want to join your friends?" Roger looked at Caleb in doubt.
Hearing Roger's question, Caleb shook his head in response. "No. He said that I'm his goal. So I'll face him on my own."
"No, that's too risky. Let him go to me. You help your friend while I'll fight him."
Caleb looked speechlessly at Roger. Does this bastard think he can take care of five or seven-tier 8?
"I can't take care of the tier 8's you on the battlefield, you know. You're the only one who can do that. If it's only two, I might be able to, but they're too many."
