The boy turned toward Michael the moment the order left his mouth. His entire body trembled now. No longer something he could hide behind forced composure.
His fingers curled tightly as if trying to hold onto something stable but even the Ether beneath his feet flickered unevenly in response to the strain.
His eyes widened as he looked at Michael.
"Y-you're serious?" he asked, his voice shaking despite his effort to steady it. "Opening the gate now… that's too dangerous. If we hold them here, we can stop them. The wall… it's strong enough. I can keep it up!"
Michael didn't look at him.
His gaze remained fixed downward, locked onto Red and the ten elites relentlessly attacking the wall. His eyes tracked their movements with sharp precision. He looked at their strikes, surge of Ether, and coordinated motion.
He recognized them.Of course he did.
