Crushed!

Razer was a Level-16 Territory fighter. His power gave him a more advanced vision than the others.

As soon as he saw the burning gold cloud, he knew immediately that it was someone's territory. It probably was around his level too. But who was it?

It must be the one who'd just leveled up. An indescribable feeling of panic gripped Razer. He knew the comer was a foe rather than a friend.

Before attacking Ferde, he'd already felt power similar to this golden cloud. It was probably from the same man.

This man has recently entered Level-16. I can defeat him if I'm not hurt, but now… Razer looked down at the wound on his left chest and then at the Silver Storm Sparrows speeding across the sea. Helplessness flashed past his eyes.

The High Elves' Silver Storm Sparrows were only mortal power. He had to face the unbeatable force that could crush the entire Firuman. The moment he arrived, the wounded Razer would already be defeated.