The crimson Blood Mist spread through the ruins, growing thicker by the moment until soon you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Leonard Churchill guessed that Count Nikola was preparing to make his move.
Being trapped in this Mysterious Realm was a certain death sentence sooner or later, and after lurking for seven days, it was time for one final gamble.
It was bound to be fierce.
If Leonard could think of this, then those other survivors surely could as well.
Leaving others aside, those Thirteen Masked Knights would certainly take action to stop it.
Although he didn't know how many of the Thirteen Knights had arrived besides Master Merlin.
But considering Mushroomhead dared to make a move, he must have some confidence.
There was also Barre Shepherd.
That old man probably wasn't that easy to kill.
"What can I do..."
Leonard fell into thought.
He knew he had no place in a direct battle.
