An eerie, oppressive sensation came from the sky nearby, drawing some of everyone's attention. Although the pursuers behind Mulan still hounded him relentlessly, the pressure on him had clearly eased considerably. Even the crimson man had been distracted.
But it was unrealistic for Mulan to seize the chance to put some distance between them. Even while watching what was happening farther away, the Twilight Brigade's pursuers would never let him go.
Neither side confined its movements to the rooftops. They leaped rapidly through the nearby streets, while elsewhere, the Twilight Brigade's slaughter of the Sorens Guard Corps continued unabated.
But everyone on the outskirts had turned their attention to the sky.
In mere moments, dark clouds covered the sky over all of Sorens City, creating the illusion that night had begun to fall early.
In the sky above the city center, not far from the Square Corner Tower, a mass of shadow stood out even beneath the dark clouds. It writhed constantly as dark elements gathered within it, swelling ever larger.
Outwardly, Mulan was naturally watching that shadow too, his expression grave.
"Is this also the work of your Twilight Brigade? What exactly are you trying to do?"
As he fled and dodged, Mulan sternly questioned the Twilight Brigade members who refused to leave him alone. Their reactions varied, but all of them kept watching the sky.
"Looks like this wasn't your doing."
Although Mulan's right hand was causing him intense pain, he managed to endure it and remain calm.
The next moment, the shadow in the sky suddenly stretched out to either side, and pitch-black wings unfurled from within it. At the same time, the shadow extended upward and downward, forming an upper torso as it stretched. Then the wings closed around the body in the sky, finally becoming