The tension on the battlefield had reached its breaking point.
The air between Aramaki and Saint Shamrock grew colder and colder.
Just then, a dense flapping of wings suddenly came from the sky.
Flutter—!
A vast mass of black shadows swept across the Holy Land from afar.
There had only been a few dozen at first, but in the blink of an eye, they became hundreds of Coal Crows rapidly gathering in this direction.
Black coal ash churned through the air as countless Coal Crows collided, their bodies slowly condensing into Karasu's form.
Thud.
The moment his feet touched the ground, his body visibly swayed.
The wound on his chest, which had only just stopped bleeding, split open again, and blood quickly soaked through his clothes.
Sabo immediately turned around.
"How are you?"
"Still alive."
Karasu caught his breath, his voice as low as ever.
"The last group is heading out."
He paused.
"But someone's chasing them."
Just as Sabo was about to ask, the soft sound of gravel scraping against stone suddenly came from overhead.
Several people looked up at once.
A massive boulder the size of a house floated steadily in midair.
Issho stood atop it, both hands resting on his cane sword, his robes gently swaying in the high-altitude wind.
"Members of the Revolutionary Army."
His voice carried from afar, and it was even fairly polite.
"Please stop running."
The boulder slowly moved toward them, its speed... really couldn't be called fast.
Karasu glanced up at it without saying a word.
Sabo also fell silent for a moment.
Only Aramaki beside them had his eyelid twitch violently.
He almost couldn't stop himself from cursing out loud. Was this really how someone pursued their target?
If he went any slower, the Revolutionary Army could go home, have a