He was near the hangar's entrance, looking at the second division commander with a confident but also cold look. "But who says I can't handle both tasks at once?"
Small seeds fell from his hand, unseen by everyone, rolling across the wet ground. The Second Division Commander's eyes failed to track the movement, and that was his mistake.
"Overconfidence killed many skilled warriors before you," the man said, his lips curving into a cold smile. "Though I must admit, I was surprised you defeated Monica."
While they spoke, Erik channeled mana into the seeds, making it spread from his feet. Deep beneath the surface, roots spread, growing toward the aircraft with unnatural speed.