One Person

"It... is looking at us."

Anyone would have felt fear at being targeted by a colossal thing like Alexander, especially when they and the companions around them who gave them a sense of safety were completely enveloped by that straight pillar of light. Ancient symbols flickered in its single eye, red as the sun, making anyone who noticed it feel dizzy and entranced.

The wizards quickly lost their formation. Some had even begun to lose their nerve and run, but very soon, under the command of experienced Aurors, the crowd formed up again. The gaps they had left for reinforcements had already been filled. Though the formation was much smaller, it was undoubtedly tighter, and after confirming that no reinforcements would arrive, this was already the best and fastest solution for the moment.

The Aurors swiftly checked their gear. Ironically, quite a few pieces of protective equipment had countless connections to Nelson. Watching how quickly they regained their composure, Nelson, who had already walked to the edge of the platform atop Alexander's head, furrowed his brow. They were in no way comparable to the ragtag forces he had encountered before.

He lowered his head, clenched his fist, then loosened his hand, repeating the motion. The black ring on his middle finger gleamed in the night, as if excited for the souls that might appear.

"What a pain... Nel."

Tom took a step forward, walked with his hands behind his back to the edge of the platform atop Alexander's head, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Nelson, looking down over everything on the ground. In the aftermath of the battle between the two giant beasts, Berlin had long since lost any trace of its former prosperity. It was also Tom's first time standing at such a height and looking down upon