Creed's grip tightened around his spear, his knuckles turning white as he scanned the surroundings.
His blue eyes flickered with cold focus, trying to track the exact location of the hidden archer.
But strangely, no more arrows came.
The battlefield, once filled with the terrifying crackle of heavenly tribulation lightning, now felt eerily silent.
Only the distant sound of burning rubble and the occasional whistle of the wind remained.
It was a dangerous silence. The kind that made his instincts prickle with warning.
His eyes narrowed.
Why aren't they attacking? Are they repositioning? Reloading? Or—
Before he could complete that thought—
BOOOOM!
A blazing red beam shot out from the ruins ahead, too fast to react to!
Creed's pupils shrunk to dots. He wasn't going to dodge it. He wasn't even going to be able to lift his spear in time!
It was too fast!
"MASTER!"
