The situation on the Bund erupted into chaos once again.
The water rippled with some ominous energy, giving a clear indication that a new foe, more menacing than the Golden Ironclad Crab, had arrived.
The folk mages, their confidence already faltering, fled for their lives. "Run! This time it is a monarch-level demon!"
"We can't fight this - we all will die here!"
Even Logan Quinn, who had been rallying the mages earlier, hesitated. Clenched fists revealed the turmoil inside him: to fight or not, knowing very well that it would be futile.
In the ensuing chaos, the crowd began to scatter; some headed toward the direction of the city, while others abandoned their posts completely.
Surrounded by chaos, Luke stepped out of the contract space, his body returning to that of a human. His sharp gaze swept over that river, now more grim.
"Let's go," he ordered, his tone brooking no dissent.
