The black Magical Beast, seeing its master injured, let out an angry roar, then charged toward the silver-armored warriors recklessly. But the warriors were prepared; they formed a tight formation, trapping the beast within. After an intense battle, the beast was finally subdued, collapsing to the ground, motionless. The black-robed man lay on the ground, his breathing weak. He looked at everyone, eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. "You... don't celebrate too soon... The mysterious organization's plan... won't stop because of your victory..." he said with difficulty, then tilted his head and breathed his last.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they knew the black-robed man's words were not mere threats. The conspiracy of the mysterious organization had not been fully revealed, and there were still more arduous tasks awaiting them.
