Freeze The Battlefield

An instant display of pure power was being witnessed by many. For one, right in front of the Behemoth Clan's eyes, they could see a man floating above the wall.

Flight without special weapons was not possible for Pagna warriors, so just seeing this was already breaking their beliefs.

It was when they looked up at the individual that they realized the rain had stopped.

Seeing both the floating man and the fact that the rain had stopped couldn't have been a coincidence.

"What is going on? Strange things keep happening in this fight, I'm telling you!"

"You're right—moving statues, strange arrows falling from the sky!"

"I'm starting to wonder if we might have angered the wrong person."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, is this all the Dark Magus's doing? Shouldn't we, the Behemoth Clan, have already taken out a small town like Flendon? Yet we're struggling so much—how do you explain that?"