Under the moonlight, Caesar, shrouded in a layer of moonbeam, gently flapped his peculiar flesh wings akin to claws, causing his body to rise and fall gently.
He had ceased the terrifying howling sound, now gazing coldly at the earth.
After the horrific sound stopped, the Round Table Knights no longer felt dizzy... It seemed not to be a sound-based attack.
But whether there was any hidden threat, they couldn't be sure—after all, the figure before them was a rogue who had seized the power of the Holy Armor through unknown means; no one knew if such a howl concealed any special effects.
Gareth and the others remained motionless, seeking to remain unchanged to deal with any change.
However, as time slowly passed, the surroundings remained normal, apart from the wind growing colder... It seemed this howl hadn't truly caused any mental damage.
Caesar still hovered majestically in the air like a king, overlooking the earth.
