His whole body got the chills as if a bucket of cold water had been poured all over him.
Ancient Dragon Eruhaben looked away from the enemy in front of him and looked elsewhere.
It felt as if the darkness we call night absorbed all noise.
Everybody suddenly stopped moving after feeling... something. They all turned toward one place.
"...What... what the hell-"
Alberu Crossman's eyes were observing the room with the bed he had been lying on until not too long ago.
The wall that had crumbled from an explosion was being covered by something red.
'Dirt?'
The mud covering the rubble was oddly red.
It was not red like clay. It looked as if fresh blood was mixing in with dry blood. It was that kind of eerie red in color.
Something peculiar was flowing out of that red wall as well.
What was this thing?
Alberu soon found the answer.
Fear.
Or maybe terror?
No.
Was it dignity?
It was not a large amount of mana, a vicious aura, or even an explosive power, but... This abstract power was flowing out of the red wall, forcing all of Alberu's senses to focus on it.
He couldn't even think about that monster, the Lion Dragon, for a moment.
Drip.
A drop of sweat dripped down from his forehead. He was scared of that place.
An image popped up in front of his eyes, as if it was an illusion.
"...Mother."
When his mother had been about to die...
No, while she was dying...
He recalled the moment he had to face that unavoidable disaster.
This red dirt, this wall that seemed to be made of blood, made him think of death.
His death. Or maybe someone else's death.
Rumble- ruuuuuuuuumble-
The thunderbolts that were definitely the White Star's were still roaring in the sky, but... They did not seem like much to Alberu right now.
Alberu heard something odd at that moment.
"...Weird... situation detected......"
'Ah.'
Alberu finally remembered about the Lion Dragon. He remembered that he was on the battlefield.
He quickly jerked his head toward the Lion Dragon. He heard something odd once again.
"...Similar power... to master......"
'...What?'
Alberu subconsciously stopped moving again after hearing the Lion Dragon's words.
The only one that this monster would call master was the sealed god, the God of Despair. But the aura flowing out of this thing was similar to its master's power?
He finally thought about something very important.
'Did something happen to Cale Henituse?'
The Cale Henituse he knew was not someone who gave off an aura like this or had a power like this.
