As Stark's unconscious body vanished with the mysterious figure, chaos erupted among the remaining classifiers.
The collective panic was palpable, the air thick with unease and tension.
"What just happened?" Arthur Moonless exclaimed, his voice cutting through the commotion. He clenched his fists, glaring at the spot where Stark had disappeared. "Who was that?!"
"We didn't even sense them coming," Mike Gardenis muttered, his face pale. "That... wasn't someone ordinary."
The classifiers exchanged uncertain glances, their earlier bravado crumbling.
Despite their overwhelming numbers and strength, none had dared to take action when it truly mattered.
Stark's words, veiled in sarcasm but sharp as a blade, still lingered in their minds.
"Mike," Arthur barked, pointing at the man, "Spread the word. We need to know who that was and why they took Stark."
Mike hesitated. "And if they're connected to the Godless Demon?"