Turning the Tide of Battle
The city was in darkness, only lit up by the scattered lightning strikes. Two gruesome battles were taking place. Though the cetuses were powerful and numerous, so were the soldiers and those who had drunken the boost potions, keeping things at a stalemate.
Back at the association building, the sudden appearance of an Earthen Ape pushed to the tide of battle in favor of the adventurers. Thanks to it facing the strongest syndicate member single-handedly and Daliea doing the same with the second strongest, the remaining two were being overwhelmed. Even with their shadowy abilities, it was impossible to avoid that many people's strikes forever.
The hooded man stared at Rydel and Zariff. "It's that brat hero's fault, isn't it?" When he got no response, he chuckled. "Very well, I guess I'll have to take him with me."
A forceful gust of wind washed over the area. A large figure descended from the clouds and went straight for Jack.
"A wyvern?!"