Lefi crawled up from the ground, shaking his head, his body swaying, and his vision filled with blood red.
He had just been knocked flying by the iron hooves of Nikosak, his head hitting a large rock.
If not for the helmet's protection, his brains would have been splattered all over the place.
As the scene before him gradually cleared, the tide-like noise once again pierced into Lefi's ears.
The surrounding War Monks were clamorous, some mechanically loading the Holy Guns, while others, holding long spears, pursued Nikosak who withdrew from the battle formation, preparing to launch a second assault.
But more people stood confusedly, or desperately tried to rescue Barnaby whose throat was pierced—despite knowing he was beyond saving.
Everyone was shouting, everyone was running around like headless chickens, and under the immense impact, Lefi likewise fell into a state of bewilderment.
