The battle resumed immediately.
And this time, the violence surpassed everything that had come before.
The moment they clashed, one of the First Team hunters died.
A direct punch from Morgus struck him in the face and reduced his head to mangled flesh.
He had misjudged the distance.
He thought the fist couldn't reach him.
But the aura surrounding Morgus's arm had extended the range of his attack.
Gustav let out an agonized scream as his teammate died before his eyes.
But the battle gave him no time to mourn.
"When one of us falls, we keep going! Don't stop!!"
Moon screamed as blood ran down her face and obscured her vision.
The battle was becoming increasingly difficult.
Jackson absorbed most of the damage with his own body, protecting the others as much as he possibly could.
And yet, they were still dying far too easily.
Gustav completely lost himself after the death of his teammate.
