All the battles that had begun from one point had been shifted considerably towards scattered distant directions across what was now the plain expanse of the Red Eastern Guild's headquarters.
The once-proud stronghold now resembled a wasteland, its buildings reduced to rubble, its surface filled with craters.
The combatants had strategically positioned themselves at different locations. Master Sung and Valachi clashed in the eastern sector.
To the north, Mikasa and Akira fought desperately against Draki. In the western ruins was where the double-headed dragon dueled the remaining Sen.
Each battle had been strategically shifted by the combatants purposely, but not for some sort of fighting advantage—rather, for the sole reason of keeping Ryder from being caught up in their clashes.
The black-marked beasts understood that they would be courting death if they laid a single finger on the Dracogon soon-to-be summoner.
