"Morel and Kansai have encountered enemies." Micenei Strome held the spherical device and spoke to the group beside him. "He recommends that we change our current route."
Ginta, tall and broad-shouldered, lowered his head. His thick lips moved as he asked, "Aren't we going to help them? It's just the two of them. Will they be all right?"
"They said they can deal with the enemy." Micenei Strome briefly repeated his conversation with Morel. "But it'll probably take a lot of time and effort."
Rumble—
A series of tremendous crashes came from ahead, like rolling thunder. The ground trembled faintly beneath their feet.
Micenei Strome instinctively pressed down the brim of his cow-spotted hat. "Their battle has begun."
Chairman Netero twisted his neck, making it crack, then looked in another direction. "If that's what they say, then we'll follow their recommendation."
The others were taken aback, but then understood Chairman Netero's resolve. They weren't the sort to hesitate and struggle to make a decision, either, and they all nodded in agreement.
A Hunter couldn't let a choice hold them back. Even making the wrong decision was far better than making none and letting things get worse.
Micenei Strome nodded, then picked up the spherical device and spoke to Morel's group. "All right, understood. Good luck."
After a long while, Morel's voice came from the device. "Good luck to you, too. I have to end the call now... Krrr..."
Some force was clearly interfering with their communication. The group frowned uneasily, but none of them reconsidered their earlier decision.
At a time like this, they had to trust Morel's judgment—and his and Kansai's strength.
The group changed course and took a long detour. As they listened to the distant crashes, they couldn't help worrying.
They worried that the unceasing noise meant