Mist's strength had also improved considerably.
His ability simply released mist, so it could cover an extremely wide area.
The pitch-black fog soon rose into the sky, obscuring half the heavens.
Flared Ears was very pleased with the sight.
"Nice. Anyone who sees that will definitely get curious and come here on their own."
"Huh? Oh, yeah!"
Tank's savage eyes lit up at those words, realization dawning on his face.
He thought that his buddy Ears really was clever, just as expected.
Then they waited patiently there...
Elsewhere, in a boundless wilderness, Little Eight's figure flickered in and out of sight, each appearance far from the last.
Her incredible speed allowed her to search a vast area.
One moment, she was in a rift; the next, she appeared atop a huge boulder. With another burst of movement, she reached a mountain peak.
The howling wind whipped at Little Eight's hair. Her claws were stained with blood, having just slaughtered a team of humans.
She raised her eyes and scanned the horizon, her extraordinary eyesight allowing her to see far into the distance.
She had a feeling more humans would appear here.
Sure enough, a streak of light flashed in the distance, rapidly approaching.
It was clearly a human aircraft.
Not long ago, its occupants had received a distress signal.
"Falcon, do you copy? Are you all right?" a middle-aged man aboard the aircraft asked anxiously into his communicator.
But even after a long wait, he received no response.
The other three team members around him couldn't help frowning.
"Could they... already be dead?"
"That fast?"
"He was an SS-Rank awakener..."
"..."
Horror appeared on their faces. They had no idea what terrifying being the missing team had encountered.
As they approached the site of the incident, a tall woman