Despite having lost an arm, Aliastar did not react with pain. Though he hesitated to go against this creature.
For the first time, he felt uncertainty about his next action. He could not decide whether to attack or retreat. As a primarch this was a humiliating situation but survival came first.
His guards who had been hidden nearby had already revealed themselves when they sensed danger. However, they had not survived long enough to act. Their bodies had been destroyed completely, reduced to a blood mist cloud by the creature.
The scale of the destruction made it clear that the blood cloud in the air did not come from a single arm of Alistair but several bodies exploding at once.
Aliastar took a slow breath as he tried to steady himself. At that moment, the space around them began to distort. Everyone present noticed it at the same time.
William, Winston, Tamasya, and others turned their attention toward the shifting space. Two figures appeared instantly.
