As Leon vanished into the darkness, the tension in the air thickened. The battlefield was eerily silent, with only the distant echoes of battles raging between other participants. Millim glanced at the four Tier III Black Knights standing like lifeless sentinels, their dark armor absorbing the faint glow of the Blood Moon above.
"Alright," she muttered, tightening her grip on her blade. "We need to move. Staying in one place makes us an easy target."
Roman smirked. "I doubt anyone will rush at us blindly, but you're right. Let's find a good position and defend ourselves until Leon disables the space seal."
Ken cracked his knuckles. "We should also start hunting. If this is a kill-or-be-killed situation, we can't just sit around and wait for enemies to come to us."
Roselia, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed, added, "Agreed. But we shouldn't split up too much. We don't know what kind of monsters are lurking on this island."