Gaiat picked up the mechanical magic wand once again, watching the sea of fire that the red comet had stirred up.
Loren didn't have time to keep an eye on Gaiat, feeling a chill rising in his heart.
He looked sharply in the direction where the red light was plummeting, the ground cracked open, forming a chasm hundreds of meters deep, with roiling heat waves sweeping forth.
At the center of the chasm, a violent figure clad in dark red heavy armor.
His black hair flew wildly like flames, his eyes blood-red and his gaze was so piercing that it made one's heart palpitate, while a scorching aura twisted and deformed the surrounding air.
The earth was subdued by his presence, and the air burned from it.
"Seventh Army God Philip of Blood Jade Marrow from the Cerryti Empire?!"
Loren didn't have time to be shocked before the figure of Philip swiftly enlarged in his vision.
Philip turned into a crimson afterimage and came at him with a punch.