In a deathly silence as cold as an ice cellar.
The moment he met Evil Eye's gaze, Tor, who had seemed possessed by the God of War, actually began to tremble.
Drops of blood fell from his wounds, splattering on the ground and evaporating.
Against even one Fourth Order Mid-Rank enemy, their chances of victory were already slim.
When he saw at least ten Fourth Order Mid-Ranks Beyond the Gate, only profound despair remained in his eyes.
"Run!!!"
He had almost completely lost the courage to resist.
Courage, honor, dignity.
None of them meant anything in the face of death!
Facing a battle he could never possibly win, he wanted only to flee!
After a furious roar of utter despair, he did not even dare coordinate his escape with Tyre. His enormous body shrank rapidly, and he fled in the opposite direction with everything he had.
Meanwhile, Tyre, who was responsible for the second wave of attacks, could only stand frozen in a daze.
Whether it was because of his teammate's betrayal or sheer terror, he could not tell.
Tyre's lips trembled as he remembered their bold declarations before they came.
"Tor!!?"
Closest to the Red Gate, he was like a lamb awaiting slaughter, facing a wild beast. Every cell in his body told him that he had been locked onto!
His heart pounded violently. Not daring to make the slightest move, he could only stare blankly at Tor's retreating back.
"Cowardly insect."
Evil Eye and the other fugitives scoffed, watching Tor, the first to flee, with mocking amusement. Aloof and languid, they paid no heed to Tyre and the others' reactions.
Hum!
Whoosh!
In an instant, purple light flashed in Evil Eye's eye, and a beam as thick as an infant's arm crossed a thousand meters, striking Tor's right