Splash.
Two silhouettes emerged from the water ring around the ruined fortress. Viron rose abruptly, dropping Gnash from his shoulder.
They spent several minutes underwater, which was not a problem for Phantoms at their level, but a guarantee of their safety from the laser blast.
With droplets dripping off her dark robes, Gnash towered over Viron with an angry face.
She demanded an explanation, feeling the effects of his rude slap.
"And? What the fuck was that? Couldn't you tell me your plan without... using brute force."
Viron shook his head, despite Gnash's glare, his eyes traveling forward.
"I didn't have time for that."
"Hey! I'm talking to you. What are you looking at!"
Without waiting for his response, Gnash turned around sharply. Her eyes went wide, seeing two monsters and one phantom surround the Crimson Monarch.
"What the hell...?"