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Cyclone advanced step by step, ignoring the surrounding environment, and walked directly onto the battlefield. Everyone, except Cyclone, was frozen in place. Each person struck a peculiar pose, some handsome, some hilarious. However, no matter what Cyclone saw, it was just a passing breeze to him. Although Cyclone didn't know any magic or martial arts, he could still see exactly what was happening right in front of him. Each person was grappling with life and death just like Cyclone and Hilmirya had been a moment ago. Even with the presence of large weapons and fluctuations in magic, the situation remained unchanged. Not counting Elyse hiding under the table, or the silver-haired beauty still lost in her own bread. Three wives, four Holy Ones, an unnamed giant sword user, and... "Hmm?! Sha, Sonja?!" Cyclone walked next to Sonja, but she didn't turn to look at him because she was currently surrounded and frozen in place. "Cyclone?! Hurry! Get out of here!" Despite being surrounded, Sonja still cared about Cyclone's safety, which deeply touched him. At that moment, Cyclone noticed something unexpected. A tiny girl was resting her head against Sonja's chest, and although it didn't seem like an attack, Cyclone couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who is this girl?" "... Cyclone, don't disturb the captain..." In fact, Cyclone had long understood the entire battlefield, thanks to the dagger hidden under his foot. Upon closer observation, Cyclone could faintly see a nearly transparent glow emanating from each person, representing the flow of magic. Only this way could the bizarre scene before him make sense. Yuna, Eileen, and Little Dragon set up defenses in their own ways to protect each other, especially Elyse under the table. The four Holy Ones and others also took up defensive positions to shield everyone. Meanwhile, the ten members of the assassination group each launched their own attacks for self-defense. Cyclone believed that Sonja and the little girl were also in their poses for similar reasons. The only person that intrigued Cyclone was the man wielding the giant sword. Both men stared silently at each other. "This pose... isn't easy, huh~" Cyclone smirked, while Onigashima chuckled helplessly. "I didn't want this..." In short, Cyclone understood it all. Ten against ten, each with their own defenses, ultimately merging into a complex struggle. Cyclone furrowed his brow as he realized things were becoming clearer and simpler. If they couldn't move freely now while Cyclone could, wasn't he the most powerful presence here?
Cyclone revealed the hidden dagger, tears streaming down his face as he fought back a laugh, and made his way towards Yuna.
With a sly grin, Cyclone faced the man in front of Yuna.
"You lecher! You dared to defile Elyse, and now you have your sights set on Yuna too?!" Cyclone smirked evilly as he brandished the dagger, intimidating the leader of the Dusk Assassins who was about to lay hands on Yuna.
"The last man who dared to touch my wife met a fate where his sword could never be drawn again. Looks like you might be even worse," Cyclone taunted, as the leader sweated nervously.
"Cyclone, enough talk, make your move!" Yuna suddenly urged, for reasons unknown to him, but when his wife called, Cyclone always obeyed.
Slapping the leader with the flat of his blade, Cyclone declared, "Got that? Die!!"
Just as Cyclone was about to strike, a seismic shift occurred in the world.
A burst of pressure radiated from within the formation, and Yuna leaped forward, kicking Cyclone out of the formation.
As Cyclone rose once more and looked around, he saw that the entire formation had changed into a completely different setting.
Everyone's positions had shifted, and their stances had become more sinister.
However, this change in formation resulted in the death of a female member of the assassination team.
