Veer quickly backed away, his back covered in sweat. Gripping his sword tightly in his hands, he looked at the Scarecrows with sharp eyes.
Their gazes, as sinister as ever, locked right onto him. Somehow, he knew he had pushed himself into this trouble. Whatever it was.
'Now, what will it be?' Veer wondered, as the tension grew in the surroundings. The Scarecrows didn't attack him immediately, as if giving him time to prepare.
Veer exhaled, letting out the air he had been holding for a while. Then, his eyes snapped open as he got into the battle stance.
For the first time since entering the Labyrinth, he was going all out. There was no reason to hold back any longer.
In the next moment, all hell broke loose as the Scarecrows suddenly screeched, a powerful aura rolling from them. But they didn't attack... or at least that was what Veer thought when he felt a burning sensation behind him.
