This was the second time Dress had seen the Phoenix's Angels come marching in formation, armed with firearms and wearing blades.
But the shock she felt was no different from the first time.
The Phoenix warriors clad in heavy armor truly resembled red giants. Each of their tall and imposing figures conveyed their iron-willed determination to the surrounding people. Their coordinated actions combined the majesty of each individual warrior into an even more tumultuous and surging display of their murderous intent.
Dress found herself involuntarily holding her breath until she was almost gasping for air, at which point she suddenly inhaled deeply.
The oppressive feeling was overwhelmingly shocking.
"Focus a bit more." A gentle voice came from beside her.
Dress turned her head and saw another red-armored warrior.
Although he did not take off his helmet, Dress could feel that the Interstellar Warrior and Spiritual Energy wielder, Henrik Larson, was smiling at her.
