Weapon of the Chosen

They were coming fast, perhaps not as many as the last time had gathered, but these were the ones who were genuinely blindfolded, no doubt.

We weren't a group that fled in a hurry either; I had set the distance between us and the shield so well that we could throw ourselves in after two waves of attack at the most.

The result was as I expected; With Sukrucuk, the indestructible tank in the front, me and Toraman at the sides, we are killing the ducks with our unstoppable arrow form.

Even if this was the case, we threw ourselves on the ground as if we were going to die of exhaustion once we got inside the shield, and I even forced Rimel to pretend to cry from fear.

We cheated once; why not increase the number of it? We still had a lot of time to spend on the run, the fear of the torment of the not dead on our hands was increasing moment by moment.

Once our stats were complete, we jumped further, during which time the reborn Fallen were helping us both in experience and protection.