Aggrieved Enemy

Just as Lucius had thought, Gabriel truly was running out of Aether. Even though he was very proficient with his gift and used his Aether prudently, killing so many men and using his gift had taken a lot of his stamina.

~huu~huu~huu~

Gabriel took deep breaths as he gazed at the enemies that were still left. They had been thinned down considerably, and he had gotten the chance to take a breather. None of them dared to come close to him now, due to the fact that any that had tried that died.

"So they are what Asher has prepared, the masked legion… Hmm… they are certainly far more stronger than any soldier that I've seen." Gabriel couldn't help but praise.

Just from their build and raw strength that they showed, Gabriel could very well tell that they were not simple. And when that one Lost started to use his gift and threw out the explosive phlegm, it was even more shocking to him.