[It would be best to rest here for today.]
There were towers built in every city for the Vermilion Bird, who traveled from front to front providing aid.
We set foot in one of them.
After the Vermilion Bird settled onto the tower’s roof, the bird lowered its tail toward the terrace, and we descended slowly while holding on.
“I’ll catch you. You may jump.”
“Yes, Great Warrior!”
“G-Great Warrior. Us too…….”
“Are grown men pretending to be weak? Get down yourselves, if you are truly Nordains.”
Of course, people like Berserk and me, who could descend with a single jump, simply did so.
One wrong move could have sent us plummeting dozens of meters, but the terrace was so enormous that it wasn’t particularly frightening.
We had already fought in the sky often enough that even this felt somewhat ordinary now.
Standing with my feet atop the terrace railing, I quietly looked down below.
“…Aren’t you even scared, Sir?”
“Not particularly.”
Soon Deathbringer, Gyemyeong, and the three tagalongs stepped onto the terrace as well.
The girl had already been brought down by Berserk.
[Is everyone down?]
“Yes!”
But if so, how is the Vermilion Bird getting inside?
Still standing atop the railing, I looked around the terrace.
It was large by the standards of ordinary terraces, but compared to the Vermilion Bird’s body it was absurdly small.
My question only deepened.
[Good. Then I’m coming in too.]
The next moment, however, the Vermilion Bird’s body gradually began shrinking.
It was almost like watching a vacuum cleaner suck up a mass of crimson mist.
The heat spread through the air compressed and contracted into a single form.
[Wow, this is ridiculously…