"Is the Reaver monster casting a mental gaze over our heads?" One of the Champions muttered, seeing the countless bodies before Azrael.
"I don't think so. I am quite resistant to these kinds of things, so I would know," Another replied.
At that moment, a bald man ran towards them, a crimson trail left behind in his wake, as he used the little strength in his limbs to get away from the pursuing monsters.
This was Chunk. Just when he stumbled and fell to the ground, he saw his life flash before his eyes.
Only a second later, to witness the torn torso of the monster that had been in the middle of pursuing him.
"Are you part of Alexander's squad?" the Champion who saved him—a woman with purple hair and tired eyes—asked him.
The man raised his eyes, making eye contact with her.
"Yes." He spoke with a shaky breath. "Please save Azrael and Alexander—they are still in the middle of the melee!"
The woman's eyes widened.
