Looking at the bubbling atmosphere below, Alfimi watched with interest, and didn't mean to intervene in a hurry.

Not far away, near the hills.

The blue-haired man, Ingram, is also sitting in a machine at the moment, constantly observing the situation of the battle.

To be precise, his gaze has been locked on Axel's Soul Reaper.

"Is that the rumored troop called Shadow Mirror?"

"It is indeed in the data

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