The player Bad Dream stood up, shaking his head, and looked directly at Malevia. "What kind of ability was that?"
Stretching and loosening his muscles, Bad Dream saw all his companions rising to their feet as well.
"Bad Dream, that was gravitational magic. It's going to be a bit tough dealing with him," Malevia responded.
"I see. So only three of their vassals remain because they're underestimating us just as we underestimated them," Bad Dream said, spreading his arms. Blades began to protrude from his arms, and his eyes turned from blue to red. "We were caught off guard and ended up in this regrettable situation, so now we'll do as the chat is demanding and fight seriously."
"It's been a while since the master fought seriously," Dead Tree said, his body covered in plants forming a sturdy armor.
"Let's finish them all off."
"We'll take this world for our king and hold another tournament to see who will govern it."
