The nauseating stench of blood pervaded the air as Muria strolled through the testing grounds, dodging the attacks of Desolate Beasts while simultaneously lifting his hand to chop out sword lights, slashing down the various Desolate Beasts released by the base as easily as if he were chopping vegetables.
"Fenrir, the Divine Machine you are currently using possesses three forms and is the seventh generation," he said. "You're currently using Close Combat-Sword Mode, you could try switching to Intermediate and Long Range-Gun Mode."
From the observation room, a guiding voice transmitted instructions on how to use the Divine Machine after witnessing Muria's near-monstrous performance in close combat.
Of course, they were not overly surprised since, among the Qualifiers, there were always some exceptionally special beings. As this occurred frequently, they had grown accustomed to it.
