As he was being forced back, Ourami finally caught a glimpse of what crashed into him.
"These are... Swords?" Ourami said to himself as he quickly made a slight gesture with his left hand.
Oooom!
The next moment, the four swords that crashed into Ourami were blown away.
At the same time, the pillar's right eye released a faint glow as he utilized the Epithet of Divination.
"Above."
Ourami turned his gaze overhead and saw five swords on a direct collision course for him.
The pillar's gaze darkened underneath his mask as he pointed his right hand to the sky, seizing the momentum behind the swords.
However, that was when a voice that carried with it a natural air of authority entered Ourami's ears.
"That armor of yours is quite sturdy. As expected of an individual that stands near the peak of this realm. However, bullying someone who is many times your junior—are you not ashamed?" The voice stated unhurriedly as its owner landed gracefully from the sky next to Izroth.
