She quickly turned around, and that's when she saw a figure in the distance, standing where the horde of beasts was moments ago.
But now, there were no sign any living organism at all.
All she could see were the beast's corpses, scorched and burned.
'Who is that person...' she trailed off.
A man stood there, his hand casually resting behind his back. His robe didn't seem like it was meant for combat, nor for any kind of fighting at all.
Its flowing fabric was too elegant, too refined, and it looked like something that belonged in a temple or a palace, certainly not a battlefield.
She narrowed her eyes, trying to make out his features, but his back was facing her, and he was a distance away.
"Is he an ally?" she mused aloud.
Stron spoke up, his deep voice resonating. "I don't know, but he just appeared out of nowhere and all the beasts within his range just burned. That's why we were surprised,"
"He's no ordinary fighter," Baik added "I've never seen anything like it."
