All three of them were thrown like ragdolls by the sheer impact of the light spear. They reeled and rolled away, mingling with several corpses.
Their bodies were smeared in the monster's stinking blood, but they didn't mind the smell—not at a moment like this when they needed to urgently discern the cause of that tremendous impact.
The wind had cleared, and the ground oozed with smoke. Their faces twisted in confusion as they feebly walked toward their initial position.
'What in the world of Ul was that?' Shane inquired internally as they—each in their confused state—drew nearer.
Northern landed with a resounding thud, the ground trembling with webbed cracks.
He looked at them with a cold, expressionless face, the depth of his gaze hinting at disgust.
All three of them were too awestruck to say anything.
'Why? Why is he here? I thought he said he was going to take care of the western...'