The shade of scarlet in the east began to wane and the sky grew brighter... but the atmosphere in the desert became increasingly strange.
Under the countless pairs of eyes, Roman, who was as stunning as a painting, stared coldly at Ricky, whose clothes and armor were damaged and was covered in blood, but also had no external wounds.
Thales breathed in deeply and turned to look at his surroundings. The cavaliers were in position, the mercenaries were nervous, the Royal Guards were filled with complicated emotions, and the smoke-shrouded Blade Fangs Camp looked like an exquisite miniature model of itself from afar.
He was deep in thought.
Finally, the Legendary Wing turned his head to look at Stake, who was guarded by Klein. Roman gazed into Stake's eyes which filled with indignation and agony, and softly said, "Shadow… Shield?"
