Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Fume Throne shuddered vigorously, releasing dense streams of energy that shot out from the ground through the cracks. They were thick and looked like plasma, combining power and an abundance of energy.
Oskar gulped, Erla and Lero flinched and Katrin clenched her fists tightly.
"Fuck, you bastard. Maybe he doesn't need the energy from Fume Throne, from the looks of it he's full of power, but it also gives him the ability to control all the Fume Armors, right?" Katrin said, gritting her teeth.
'Yes.' Silvana replied calmly, 'You need to prepare for battle. Fume Armors are strong, but they are not invincible. With concerted teamwork, you should manage to deal with them and move on to the battle against Plague Reaper.'
"Great! Let's do that!" Lero vigorously said. He was still very much afraid which was clear by his trembling legs, but there was faith in teamwork in his gaze.
