On the barren Gobi Beach, everyone who cornered the Mage gathered together, yet no one spoke, their expressions gravely serious.
The vast canyon that had appeared from nowhere was the reason for the eerie atmosphere.
The joy that should have come with a successful siege was trivial in front of this canyon; just a slight misalignment of that tentacle, and everyone including the most powerful Julio would have died—human strength was nothing before it.
"Cough cough," the leader of the Heike Clan, a bald muscular man with no nose, spoke up, "My people circumvented it from the back and measured it—eleven nautical miles in length."
Neither Charles, leaning against the ship's hull, nor Julio, crouched on the gunwale, said a word.
Margaret glanced at Charles but ultimately remained silent as well.
"Bang!" The Giant furiously pounded the ground and roared insanely, "Who the hell can tell me what that thing is!"
