"Know this, boy. There is always someone better, always a higher sky."
Monsters made of countless resources poured into the City.
They slaughtered the humans whose time had been frozen with abandon.
Unable to move, unable to dodge.
Frozen in place, they had no ability to resist.
Even the Train Conductors...
But there was always a chance for things to turn around.
Resource Baron's attention was entirely drawn to Ye Qiyan.
Without even realizing it, he had forgotten Don Quixote, who was fighting the "giant."
*[The giant carried a heart above its head.*
But a giant should only have one heart.
*Then if the giant fell, that heart would stop too.]*
That was what Don Quixote thought.
"Monster! Meet your death!"
The keen knight's spear became a spiraling point in his hands.
His warhorse leaped into the air, charging toward the blood-soaked monster flickering back and forth between a high-rise and a giant, straight into the path of its swinging fist.
There was not a trace of fear in Don Quixote's eyes.
He knew he might not be strong enough.
He had suffered considerable injuries fighting this powerful giant.
But he had to win.
Don Quixote saw his ally, the Dragon Knight friend who had first helped him, fighting an evildoer.
The giant was the evildoer's subordinate.
He could not fall, nor could he lose.
Because his ally was still fighting.
Because his ally was waiting for his victory.
"Meet your death!!"
Battle Intent surged through Don Quixote.
Reality and illusion flickered wildly.
Giant and high-rise, victor and loser.
Boom!
The giant's palm sent Don Quixote flying.
Had he lost?
No.
Because from the very beginning, his target had no longer been the giant's body.
Tick... tock...
A sound rang out in people's hearts.
It was a sound that existed