He desperately wanted to dive deeper to discern how this was achieved, despite knowing he didn't have the time to spare.
But suddenly, his spiritual sense sent a warning that made a shiver run down his spine. He instantly diverted his focus toward the right flank and made a hasty announcement through the comms: "Pull back! Quick, pull back from there!"
But he was already too late.
He saw the mech raising its big right arm, which held a sword even bigger than the mech's entire body. Mana around it began to rage at an increasingly intense rate.
That raging mana began to be swallowed by the sword, and a faint glow began to appear around the blade's edge. This intensified with each passing millisecond until the entire sword was covered by a pure reddish-purple energy.
Every Minotaur, especially those in the right flank fleet, felt a common, sudden thought: "If the grim reaper carried a sword, it would look like this."
