Sylas winced as he tried to get up. If not for his hoard of serpents, he would have already been overrun by the smaller Woodland Spiders. However, he knew that he couldn't let the Woodland Spider Queen have any more chances to heal.
No matter what, he had to get up.
No matter what.
…
Hidden in the distance, Ragnar and the Sylphs were tense.
They had just thought that Sylas was dead, but then he came back with a maneuver they couldn't quite understand. But even now, when they should have been relaxing, it still felt as though the air had been completely sucked out of their lungs.
This man… was dangerous.
He was practically fighting such a beast on his own. A Quasi Bronze Beast…
And he was making it suffer.
They clenched their weapons, their gazes filled with thankfulness that he should die soon. No matter what, they had to make certain of that.
