The behemoth that was Kyle just stood there, looking around nervously.
Although from the outside, he looked like a monster surveilling its surroundings for prey.
The man just looked at Kyle from his hiding spot.
His goal was achieved.
His target was now in the open.
And yet, why did it not feel like he had accomplished his goal?
The man became nervous.
He knew that Kyle had an Aristocrat's Body.
He knew that Kyle was an Initial Expert.
He had no idea where the golems had gone, but they were no longer there.
Naturally, the man hadn't come here on his own.
They were five against one, and all of his compatriots were as powerful or more powerful than he was.
Their target should be helpless in front of them.
Yet, the man didn't feel like that was the case.
He wasn't sure how to proceed.
"Hey," Kyle said, looking at the spot filled with Darkness Ether. "Can you, like, actually attack at some point? This is getting really awkward."
