"Welp, that's done."
Arthur muttered under his breath as the wind rushed past him. He glanced at the Stellar Guard on his arm, and upon seeing that all five charges were intact, a quiet chuckle escaped his lips.
"Pretty sure I'd still be miffed if I had to use even one of these."
He stretched his arms and cast his gaze downward, surveying the devastated continent of Zefesh. Despite the sheer amount of land he and Duskhand had reduced to rubble, not a single soul had crossed their path.
'Guess one of the Demon Kings did something. They do consider the people of Aramis as precious human resources, so it figures they'd act to protect said resources.'
The thought crossed Arthur's mind as he slowly descended to what was left of the ground. His eyes briefly glanced at the lingering fracture in space before shifting to the notifications hovering in his vision.
"Now then, about this…"
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