The fourth day of the Monster Sphere had dawned, but the skies above the Rainforest Biome remained shrouded in mist and anticipation.
A low, warbling cry echoed across the border between the Magma Biome and the lush, looming jungle ahead. A streak of flame blazed across the rocky ridges of the terrain.
Albedo was sitting atop Ember who was moving across the biomes like a meteor, his coat snapping in the wind while he looked around, his eyes analytical.
His current score hovered above 30,000 points. But his expression was focused, not triumphant. At this point, he wasn't actively looking for fights. He was looking for something else.
In the Novel, the method the Abyssal Worshippers had used to attack was never explained.
All that was said was they sealed off the Dimension, and the Professors needed a decent chunk of time to remove the seal and enter to protect the remaining students.
