"What are these? Are they also Desolate Beasts?"
Confusion, surprise, fear, and anticipation—a mix of complex emotions surfaced in the minds of the patrol team, including the Divine Machine Users, because the scene unfolding before them had surpassed their understanding, and they could not comprehend how such a situation could occur.
"They shouldn't be, Desolate Beasts don't engage in fratricidal conflict."
"Then what are these powerful creatures?"
"Guessing is pointless. If you want to know the answer, why not just ask Fenrir directly?"
"Of course that would be good, but who will go?" Soma spoke up, his gaze fixed on the Divine Machine User who made the suggestion, "Why don't you go then?"
"Captain, don't joke with me. My frail body wouldn't be enough to fill one of those monsters' bellies for a bite. Captain, with your strength being the strongest, you should be the one to go!" The Divine Machine User who suggested inquiring directly to Muria said with a forced smile.