Miriya's concern had been justified.
See?
Just two hours later, two of the Organization's black-clad agents and two grim-faced Warriors arrived at the battlefield.
Unfortunately, they were already too late.
At the battlefield, which had been nearly razed to the ground, they found nothing but the wreckage, four gravely wounded Warriors lying unconscious, and the tough, flat, horn-like tentacles scattered all around. They discovered nothing else.
"Ah!"
"Is that Nina and the others?"
"Oh no!"
"Quick, let's check on them!"
Seeing their four companions lying nearby, covered in blood, the two Warriors who had come along with the agents as a reserve team immediately cried out and rushed over to examine them carefully.
"..."
"..."
Unlike the two Warriors, the agents seemed entirely unconcerned with whether the four lived or died—even though they were Warriors numbered 3, 5, 6, and 9, and made up nearly half of the elite strength among the Organization's newly deployed generation of Warriors.
They simply swept the scene and its surroundings with cold, ruthless eyes, as if searching for something.
"Hmm?"
"These things..."
They soon made a new discovery.
The two of them hurried to the heart of the wrecked battlefield. Bending down, they struggled to pick up one of the severed limbs of an awakened being. It was incredibly dense and heavy, looked extremely tough, and still wriggled faintly like a snake, as if full of life. Though it had been cut off, it was somehow still "alive." They examined it closely.
"Strange."
"This is..."
"!!"
"Ah!"
"It's the West's Riful?!"
After weighing and inspecting it carefully, the two agents suddenly exchanged a shocked glance and arrived at a conclusion that surprised even them: this was probably more than just a battle between the Organization's four new Warriors and the traitor Galatea. Judging by