Behemoths' Front—
"Asteron, you're walking a path of no return!" Arkail spoke in a deep, heavy voice, while the space surrounding him churned and distorted from the excessive use of the Law of Time, as though even after seeing Asteron's decision with his own eyes, he still didn't know exactly what he should do about the man standing before him.
"I protect my Sector, I protect the past, the present, and the future. This is my path, the path I've chosen to walk... I don't care who's on the good side and who's on the evil side. It's all nonsense." Asteron advanced slowly and steadily, holding his strange spear firmly with both hands, his eyes remaining closed and his voice remarkably calm despite the confrontation ahead. "You made a mistake when you sent the Shadow Swords into my Sector, and then you made another mistake when you thought I was an easy morsel you could simply swallow without consequences... I am Asteron, Arkail. Asteron!!"
