Alluring Scent

A few moments ago, Duke Marcus chuckled, impressed, as he watched the battle behind the glass.

He witnessed how the Titanhorn rammed Draven into the wall repeatedly.

And now, Draven had been buried beneath the debris for too long.

He turned to Commander Dex.

"Looks like your instincts are getting dull, Commander."

Dex's brows furrowed.

His eyes never left the battlefield.

He watched every movement Draven made earlier.

It was so perfect and smooth. 

For him, it was impossible for Draven to be lost.

'No signs of fatigue, even after using Blink so many times.'

'No sluggish movements. No decline in speed.'

'So why did the battle suddenly shift?'

His thoughts were interrupted.

Duke Marcus let out a casual laugh.

"Hah! Anyway, I want that barrier user."

The white-uniformed officers stood stiffly, awaiting orders from the Duke.