"That's just… insane."
Leonidas stared at the black, hole-like tear in the sky. Even as an ally, seeing that kind of power display filled him with a profound sense of helplessness. He swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart.
It's terrifying, was Orion's only thought.
In the commander's hands, the blade flashes were on a completely different level of existence from when they used them.
Only Alexander remained silent, his eyes fixed on the sky, deep in thought.
"Bro, was that the mysterious entity you saw?" After a long time, once the tear in the sky had vanished and everything had returned to normal, Leonidas turned to Orion, his curiosity piqued.
An enemy that even the combined forces of the Deputy Commander and Arthas couldn't handle, one that required the commander himself to intervene—the thought of such an opponent was deeply unsettling.
Orion nodded, then shook his head.
Seeing Leonidas's confusion, he pointed to the sarcophagus, which he still hadn't put away.
