Nosphaleen's sharpness quickly became a frown.
The auras of these people… it wasn't what she was expecting at all. What was going on? Had she gotten unlucky?
Mist hung in the air, the carnage from the previous battles still lingering on the wind. There was an odd oppression pressing down on Nosphaleen's chest. She thought she was ready, but somehow the situation had changed on her again.
She wasn't exactly sure how she should be taking things.
Where were the Thryskai? Were the 002 Sanctum just nearby? How could there be such a coincidence?
She was nowhere near the border regions of the other territories right now. The one territory she was near—the 033 Sanctum's territory—had just been dealt with by her. It was very odd that there would be another Sanctum to worry about.
Memories flashed through Nosphaleen's head one after another after she realized that she had already pegged the auras of these approaching F-tiers as those of the 002 Sanctum.
