Everyone went silent for a moment. The abrupt blast had shattered the fragile moment of respite, turning it into dust.
Vesta's eyes flicked between Sezel and Shiki.
A silent, tensed gaze passing between the three.
Suddenly, a secondary sound followed, a high, metallic shriek of stressed iron giving way, followed by the deafening clang of something massive crashing against another metal object. It wasn't too far, nor was it too close.
Guess our rest time is over.
He pushed himself upright. His gaze locked on Vesta, who stood calm amid the brewing storm, her eyes closed as if listening to the wild cacophony and trying to deduce the source of the blast.
"I have a better idea," Sezel murmured, voice low and steady. Vesta opened her eyes slowly and locked them on Sezel.
Before Sezel even spoke the words, the black and purple misty energy that had been dormant within him escaped his body, swirling and coalescing into the towering form of the Spectral Flesh Reaper.
