Randall came to one end of Birka and braced both hands against the island cloud.
Then light and flame erupted behind him, and he slowly began to exert force.
The island, whose weight was beyond reckoning, began to move.
Feeling the island moving beneath them, Black Mountain King and the others slowly drew in sharp breaths.
Pushing an entire island with physical strength alone—was he even human anymore?
Their God was becoming more and more of a monster.
A few days later, under Randall's propulsion, Birka successfully reached the sky ten thousand meters above the G-1 Branch.
"Big brother! You're finally back!"
The moment Randall arrived at the base, Christa threw herself at him, clinging to him like an octopus.
Randall ruffled her hair and said:
"The bastard who attacked you is already in hell."
"Were you hurt?"
Christa asked anxiously.
"Heh, what could possibly happen to me? Don't worry."
Hearing that, Christa felt completely safe.
After setting Christa down, Randall smiled at Caris, who had been staring at him without blinking.
"Big brother, who are they?"
Only then did Christa notice the people following behind Randall.
"Oh, them? They'll be your companions from now on.
You're all still a little too weak."
Christa stiffened at those words.
"Heh, hehe, dear big brother, well, I might have a long-term mission I need to head out on.
It's a real shame I won't be able to take part in your special training, but as a Marine, my mission has to come first!"
Christa looked as though she was making a noble sacrifice.
With that, she tried to slip away.
But Randall reacted swiftly, catching her by the scruff of her neck.
"No, big brother! Let me go!
I have a mission to carry out!"
Christa's long legs flailed in the air