The flash of the blade shimmered through the intangible air, effortlessly slicing through the neck of the arrogant undead esper, Spirit. The young man, who theoretically should have died over a hundred times, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.
However, accustomed to facing "death," his surprise was merely about the source of this attack, and not the fact that his head was severed and fell to the ground. After all, in his view, no matter what kind of "injury," it could be restored to its original state in a blink of an eye.
"Tu! There's a hidden enemy!"
Beneath the plaza, the bespectacled young man immediately alerted the short, plump middle-aged man next to him. Although he shared most of his perceptual vision with his companion, he remained vigilant in scouting the entire battlefield.
"I saw it. Hurry and find their hiding spot. I'll see if I can find a way to deal with it."
