Countless artillery fire whistled through the jungle, the violent explosions driven by an invisible hand, sweeping forward like waves. The surrounding trees were broken, shattered, flying, and burning under the artillery fire. Dirt was blasted into the sky, covering everything.
In this fierce artillery pursuit, [Logic] was like playing a passionate piano movement. It madly changed direction and bounded swiftly among rows of giant trees over a hundred meters tall, ten people couldn't encircle. Each step stirred up a dense, deafening, shadow-like sound of death.
No adjective like 'by a hair's breadth,' 'inch from death,' 'inseparable as shadow follows form' can describe the relationship between the artillery fire and [Logic]!
The cat and mouse game, Aistrazzi and his nine [Warhammers] had played countless times, but they had never encountered a [Magic Beast] like this, which seemed to be an enlightened mouse!
