The battle seemed to end as soon as it began.
Ecco was almost certain that those guys under the black robes had at least the strength of Silver Upper, but he had expected the incident, yet didn't anticipate the outcome——
He was almost convinced that Cabot and his companions would be killed on the spot, and just as he could not resist the urge to draw his sword to stop it.
But the old man with white hair and beard who walked out from behind Cabot just made a casual gesture, and a few grayish rays of light flickered——those guys he saw as nightmares turned into piles of dust.
The young man opened his mouth wide and, for a moment, didn't know if he was dreaming.
