"Sorry, this might be above my abilities with my current law of Libra star level..."
Zoemi sighed apologetically towards the still unconscious Alan whose wounds began to heal properly but were still a way off from disappearing.
"Kaaraal, dad needs your help."
The black-haired man added, sending his whisper into the passing gust of wind.
"William, today I act as the representative of the princess of the white tower. Even at this very moment a repugnant filth is recovering and gathering strength deep within the ground. It's a remnant of a so-called demon lord class adversary that even the god of stars, guide, wanted to get rid of. The princess deemed your power to be useful for aiding us in dealing with it."
"...!"
After that, Zoemi looked back at the trio of martial artists and declared – one of the two conscious people amongst them flinched.
And it wasn't William.