The ketchup rain had ended.
Upon landing on the ground, Locke noticed Armstrong and Alice's apparent confusion.
Locke explained, "I'm sorry, but I'm just not fond of ketchup, no matter how luxurious you make it seem..."
"Kill him! Kill him, quick!" Alice took cover behind Armstrong and shouted.
"You... Look familiar, what's your name again?" Locke did not recognize Alice. Moreover, the ketchup splattered over her face did not make things any easier either.
Armstrong sized Locke up cautiously.
'He's as young as the rumors say.'
With a wave of his hand, Armstrong's subordinates Battle Beasts had immediately surrounded Locke!
Judging by the faint purple glow on the Battle Beast's bodies, Locke knew that they were all at least purple quality beasts. They were by no means weak.
However... That was only true if their enemy was not Locke!