Ten seconds later.
With a scream, the Troll wedged in the doorframe was hauled out with considerable effort by a bull and a man.
Before the participant with the Troll appearance could offer an embarrassed thank-you, the other participant, who had a bull's head and a human body, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice.
"The Troll Civilization? I saw some of your people during the Insect Calamity War. If this mission hasn't drawn participants from too wide an area, you must be one of Planet Destroyer Mangus's subordinates, right?"
"You seem to be having a hard time adjusting to the loss of your power. A little fellow at War Star Level? Well, it doesn't matter. We don't need much strength here anyway."
His voice was gentle, with no hint of contempt for the Troll.
"I'm Planet Destroyer Golden Bull. Your leader should have heard of me. Of course, you can just call me Taurus."
He extended something between a hoof and a hand. In stark contrast to his rugged appearance, the Planet Destroyer who called himself Taurus showed his friendliness with considerable tact.
None of the Fifth Order participants capable of entering a mission of this level were fools.
With everyone stripped of their powers and their objectives not in conflict, Taurus immediately realized there was no harm in getting along with the other participants. A little fellow at War Star Level might even become a "helper."
But to Taurus's surprise, the Troll froze for a moment, then looked even more miserable.
"I am Mangus."
Taurus...
The awkward atmosphere eased some of the pressure weighing on everyone.
Soon, while Taurus and the Troll Gusman were at a loss for words, a middle-aged man in blue armor gave a hearty laugh and broke the deadlock.
Had anyone from the Creator Alliance