In this urban ruin, overrun by metal constructs and creeping decay, Roland couldn't find a single living being capable of bleeding warm blood, aside from the human soldiers led by Reggie.
So, when a wisp of fresh blood reached his nostrils, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.
"Roland, what's wrong?"
Galvis sharply noticed the grim look on his face and promptly plucked the strings of his Harp.
A stifled, somber melody, laced with tension, immediately echoed in everyone's ears.
"Stay sharp, everyone."
Roland warned in a low voice, drawing the Secret Silver Longsword from his waist and firmly positioning the Silver Shield he had just acquired in a defensive stance before him.
"Something's not right in here."
The last Magic Node was right before him, just a stone's throw away.
Roland didn't hesitate. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
No matter what had happened inside, he had to go in and investigate.
