"Are you sure?" Shelley asked skeptically.
Palmer affirmed, "I'm sure, he's the best among us."
"What about Church?"
Hart asked again, raising the Giant Shield, the heavy surface of the shield crisscrossing the corridor, blocking the enemy's path like a giant wall.
"I don't know, but he should be fine," Palmer said, "Bologue and I... well, to be precise, Bologue is attracting all the enemies' attention to himself, he's buying us opportunities."
"Alright."
Hearing Palmer's words, Hart knew what he had to do.
Under the continuous surge of Ether, the defense of the Giant Shield was faltering, intense heat attacking the metal, and cracks spread across its surface. Even with Hart's strength, it was difficult to withstand the relentless assault from the enemy.
"I've had enough."
Hart suddenly declared loudly, tearing off his shirt and ripping away his mask, revealing black fur that rapidly extended and radiated steaming heat.
