It wasn't just Arisia who had never seen anything like it.
Even Witch Circe, who had taken a long detour to avoid the two giants battling in space before flying over to join Shane and the others, was left speechless.
She had studied black magic for a thousand years, but when had she ever seen a technological creation as absurdly overpowered as Amazo?
Not daring to speak, the witch quietly reassessed the team's lineup, this time in earnest.
She suspected she might actually be the weakest member of the team. That man clad in strange armor with an hourglass emblem on his chest surely wasn't as ordinary as he looked.
Hadn't she heard Shane call him Chronos earlier?
To the witch, that was an outrageously blasphemous name.
Her black magic came from a blessing of the Underworld in Greek mythology, and in Greek mythology, Chronos was the name of Zeus's father.
Come to think of it, Circe kept getting the distinct impression that her boss had the unmistakable aura of a genuine Greek god.
The witch didn't dare pursue that thought. Her eyes darted about wildly.
Shane paid no attention to Circe's wandering gaze. This witch's greatest specialty in black magic seemed to be Exquisite Beast Transformation.
But asking her to turn someone the size of The Old-Timers into a beast that obeyed her commands was probably demanding too much. There probably wasn't any life-form in the universe that matched The Old-Timers in size, was there?
Even if something that size existed in one of the cosmic forbidden zones inaccessible to ordinary life, she had better not end up transforming him into some Cthulhu-like monstrosity.
Not only might the witch be unable to control it, but it would also be far harder to deal with than an intelligent The Old-Timers.