"..."
David's eyes narrowed slightly, his hand closed a bit, pulling back.
The Judgement Spear responded to the summoning, generating gravity out of thin air, flying towards David.
The Chameleon quickly gripped the edge of the armor on the Black Bear's back, its tongue firmly clutching the Golden Spear, not letting it fly away.
In the stalemate,
The Judgement Spear began to tremble wildly, emitting a brilliant light, generating high temperatures, scorching the tongue wrapped around it and causing smoke to rise.
Snap.
The Chameleon was forced to retract its long tongue, rolling it at the edge of its mouth to remove the charred material from the surface.
"They are players."
Ares stepped forward and said in a low voice, "The Black Bear is called 'Shortface', the Chameleon is 'Cham'."
Knowing that Ares had some kind of detection skill, David nodded silently, catching the rapidly flying Golden Spear—the slime on the spear had already evaporated completely.
