It bore no malice, nor was it friendly.
It merely watched him quietly.
"I didn't expect to see you here. We are truly fated to meet," a deep voice rang out again.
The sound of the descending "Meteor" grew louder.
It was about to arrive.
"There is..."
Xilin's thoughts were somewhat muddled. He raised his arm again, his gaze shifting back and forth between the plummeting "Meteor" and the three-headed, six-armed being.
He was trying to get the being's attention, to make it see the ambushing "Meteor."
"Someone wants..."
Xilin labored to squeeze out a few words. He wanted to speak, but uttering each word felt incredibly difficult.
"RUMBLE—"
Accompanied by a tremendous sound of rending air, the oppressive force of the descent stirred up a fierce gale on the ground. The plummeting "Meteor" was now perilously close.
