Sphinx had been lying there lazily, but in that instant, it opened its eyes and looked up. A shadow blotted out the entire courtyard.
Every strand of its lion-like mane stood on end, and its body tensed.
There was no doubt about what could make it feel such pressure... the Gatekeeper.
What surprised it even more was that it saw Gelman, the young man it had thought it wouldn't see again for a long time.
The young man was flying beside the Gatekeeper.
It seemed that even the Gatekeeper had taken a keen interest in him.
Yes, our god had turned its hand toward the west for the first time in ages. Not long afterward, two groups of people had arrived at the Gate of Limit from the west.
Was it really all such a coincidence?
Although Sphinx couldn't see through Gelman, it could see through his companions. From their memories, it had witnessed the battle between gods.
What did our god want, exactly?
Sphinx didn't know. But it believed the Gatekeeper might, which was why it had taken the initiative to act.
As far as Sphinx could remember, the Gatekeeper who guarded the Deep Sea Gate had never before personally attacked anyone trying to pass through.
"Captain, look!" one of the mercenaries shouted, his face full of horror.
Mewheru, who looked like a silver-haired elf, looked up and saw an enormous Magic Beast fly across the sky.
It was like having the BW1 fly right over his head at close range.
It spread its enormous black wings, blotting out the sky. Even more terrifying were the tentacles dangling from its chin, as dangerous-looking as Medusa's snakes.
Look closely, and a tiny black speck could be seen flying beside the colossal creature, gleaming with silver-white light.
Mewheru's mercenary team