"You finally made it?"
In the sky, Joan of Arc〔Alter〕sat atop a giant dragon and looked at Luo Zhen and Anna, who had appeared together. As she murmured, her gaze shifted toward Gorgon.
Directly ahead of Joan of Arc〔Alter〕's line of sight, Gorgon was still bathing in a sea of flames. Her expression was filled with fury, but it also revealed astonishment and even fear that no one else knew about.
Joan of Arc〔Alter〕knew perfectly well that the fury was directed at Luo Zhen, while the astonishment and fear were directed at Anna.
For Gorgon, Anna's existence was undoubtedly the greatest variable—and the greatest source of fear.
"As fellow Avengers, and fellow impostors, I do feel rather sorry for you, Gorgon."
Joan of Arc〔Alter〕spoke these words to herself with something resembling pity. Then she urged on the giant dragon beneath her and led the numerous dragonkin away from this place, heading toward the battlefield.
Because she was no longer needed here.
Gorgon likewise did not stop Joan of Arc〔Alter〕.
However, it was because Gorgon had no strength to spare. All her attention had already been seized by that petite figure.
"Y-You... who are you!?"
Those words had already appeared countless times on the battlefield.
But never once had they been filled with the uncertain terror that now showed in Gorgon's voice.
"..."
Anna did not answer. She merely looked at Gorgon in silence.
That gaze was as if she were looking at Gorgon's end, at a tragic fate that could not be avoided.
Under that gaze, what welled up in Gorgon's heart was no longer mere fear, but unprecedented hatred and fury.
"Don't look at me with that expression!"
Gorgon roared. Her snake hair writhed wildly, each serpent opening its enormous jaws in turn and gathering vast amounts of mana