Lyle and his group hid in the corner, watching the enraged Raphael wildly attacking Mr. Dark. The scorching Holy Sword collided with Mr. Dark's transforming Shadow Claws, and they were like two incompatible flames, eroding each other. The waves of battle shattered the surrounding area.
Lyle saw stones flying past like bullets, some of which were dangerously blocked by Nia's soft body.
"Shouldn't we move back a bit? Since Mr. Dark has been summoned, we nobodies are of no use anymore, right? Wouldn't it be better to keep our distance to avoid getting caught in the aftermath?"
"Naive! Light of Fallen! Our fight as the four kings is not over yet!" Mr. Reporter seriously observed the battlefield, clearly not realizing that his tablecloth had been riddled with holes by the flying stones. "The Great Dark Demon God still needs our shouts and cheers. How could a single person's strength possibly compete with our unity? Quickly lend him our energy!"
