Chapter 130: War2

The grey world had a heavy atmosphere, the Lyrical unaware that his death was imminent, eyes widened at all he had seen. The world behind the gate was barren, so many dark ones walked in a steady line to the entrance of the gate.

Many over fifty meters tall, shaping as either humanoid or beasts.

He should try to inform the Treff and their allies.

With this, he tried to escape the grasp of the Gyros who held him, but it was a futile attempt.

The Gyros looked down at the prey within its claw, added pressure and crushed it. Opening its mouth to allow the blood to trickle down its throat and later the pulp of flesh.

A scream echoed suddenly. The choir Lyricals did not pause but continued with their singing.

To save one, many would have to fall.

To the Lyricals, a single fallen female is nothing when they think about things.

Look at those below who have suffered already.

Yet they must continue assisting those they could.