The Clarks' retaliation was incredibly swift, with endless cries from the wind-eroded birds overhead, as if they were being devoured by an even more ferocious monster. Besides fleeing, their only remaining choice was death.
The black armored soldiers' assault changed at this moment, they collectively slowed their pace, with Ether converging, forming an Ether barrier to withstand the onslaught of the gusts.
This ethereal storm, with its high concentration of Ether, possessed immense destructive power. Bologue could discern the storm's trajectory from its aurora-like path, where everything covered by the storm seemed to rapidly weather, wither, and shatter, as if time had been fast-forwarded.
Numerous scratches appeared on the sturdy armor, the marks increasing and overlapping, causing the pitch-black metal to show cracks and gaps, as if invisible insects were gnawing at it, the fissures continuously expanding until turning into dust and scattering with the wind...
