Alex, Lira, the minotaur, and the cloaked man stood in front of five dragons.
The dragon clones hovered above the ground, wings flapping, their piercing eyes locked onto the group.
The minotaur cracked his knuckles, his muscles flexing with anticipation.
"I'M GONNA DESTROY THEM!" he roared, ready to take on a dragon with nothing but his fists.
The cloaked man didn't move.
His eyes were closed, his expression unreadable, he didn't even seem to acknowledge those things.
"…"
Lira, the white-haired angel, floated slightly off the ground, her shimmering barrier glowing softly around her.
She summoned her [Mercy Spear], the weapon gleaming pure white, its edges flowing like gentle waves.
"Will this guy ever shut up?" she muttered, glancing at the minotaur man, who was repeatedly slamming his chest with his fists.
He laughed, unbothered by her comment.
