(Chapters combined)
A "Meteor" trailing a red waterfall plummeted from the sky, its blazing breath tearing through all obstruction.
At the peak, those blood-colored eyes had just one target, the young boy at the very depths of the cave below.
Shura... is that you?
This weak yet clear voice rang out both at the bottom of the pit and within the cockpit.
As the voice sounded, the falling speed accelerated once more, like a massive blood arrow piercing the sky!
The black palm slightly curved, and four blood-colored light darts suddenly appeared in hand.
As the Red Flame "Meteor" was about to crash into the earth, Shura's arm flicked lightly, and the four blood-colored darts separated from his body.
Those light darts, accelerated by the falling speed and extremely diminutive, went virtually unnoticed.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The four light darts directly embedded themselves into the canyon walls.
Shura Order—Guard!
