"Decided to run away? Is that really the way a man of your standing should behave?" Wain smirked before slowly heading toward August.
August remained silent. He studied the situation and thought about how best to proceed. His subordinates were fighting Erza, Ern, and Alas.
'Hmm... They're not losing, but they're not winning either. Unfortunately, I can't hope to help, otherwise, we'll just be destroyed in one mighty blow. Well, at least no one will stop us, but what should I do? August pondered while staring at Wain's flames, 'This fire can even destroy space. Maybe I should try another method then?
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
August jumped off the root as he created a spatial rift beneath him. The next moment he was high above Wain, and he had an unusual artifact in his hands, a purple dagger with ancient runes on the blade.