The deafening noise was followed by a billowing cloud of dust from the shattered ceiling, a mix of cobblestones and metal, obscuring the figure that had just descended.
Moments later, the dust settled, unveiling the man who had crashed down to the thirteenth floor through the ceiling.
"S-Shye!" Ian, Harry, and David exclaimed in unison, prompting Luna to turn her head and look.
She, too, was just as surprised by Shye's timely arrival.
However, Luna quickly realized that the situation didn't change much.
Three hundred elites would still be too difficult for them to handle. If anything, Shye only put himself in danger by showing up.
She was about to shout for him to retreat along with Ian and the others, planning to sacrifice herself to cover their backs.
However, before she could spout a single word, a blue-haired young man flew past her struggling to stabilize his footing in front of the approaching ambushers.
