Abel could sense that Peltron's power had some additional effects.
"There are all sorts of strange plagues and explosions."
He couldn't even begin to guess how diverse Peltron's alternative abilities were. Abel dodged the enemies' attacks here and there, buying as much time as possible. But no matter how much he ran, the arrows didn't show any sign of stopping.
"This isn't some unverified B-movie; where are the unlimited magazines?"
*Shushu shushush! Kwakwakwang! Kwaang!*
Of course, the attackers wouldn't listen to his cries. As the explosions continued, ominous signs started to appear.
*Kurrurururur!*
The ceiling began shaking as if it were going to collapse.
'Wait a minute, isn't this really dangerous?'
Abel suddenly realized—weren't these people controlled by Peltron anyway? It didn't matter to them whether he lived or died. Maybe the plan from the beginning was to bury him in this crumbling hole.
