Immediately the monster fell, the mountain became slightly brighter, the eerie silence was gone, and from afar, Northern could hear the clanging sound of swords.
The visor of the Night Terror armor glowed incandescently as he surged into quick movement, running elegantly, like a Terror in the Night.
Several other Lumidrakes were rampaging against the cohort, but the cohort did not seem to be having any issues repelling the dangerous attacks of the monsters.
Even the white-haired girl was holding on well.
However, Northern observed through [See] that, compared to the one he fought, they didn't have true names.
They also didn't have azure horns or spikes, their tails were not as long, and they generally were not as big.
Which meant that one had deliberately come for him.
It even separated him from the group to deal with him personally.
Why?
'Should I be honored?'
Sadly, it met a cruel fate at his hand before he could ask.
