And that target was Isetor.
"It'll be hard to dodge!"
Isetor's battle-hardened instincts told it that completely evading all ten Missiles would be incredibly difficult. They seemed to possess a tracking power similar to its own aura lock. Each one moved like a wyvern with a will of its own, lunging to tear at its enemy with the suicidal fervor of a moth darting into a flame.
Its mind raced.
ROAR!!
The next moment, the ground beneath it abruptly caved in. The hardened, rocky earth shattered with a deafening crash, blasted several meters into the air by a surge of tremendous force.
BOOM!
The centaur's massive body blurred. The falling boulders before it were violently smashed into fine dust by its even harder physique. This sudden shift from absolute stillness to extreme motion occurred without the slightest warning.
Up in the sky, the ten Platinum, wyvern-shaped Missiles quickly adjusted their flight paths to track its movements. They spun, pivoted, swerved, and dove...
