Cross snapped his skull towards the scream he heard, “Killer!”

Cross yelled as he immediately ran forward, passing by trees and branches—unsheathing his giant sword, instincts kicking in and seemed not to care if the Star Sanses heard him.

Cross really hoped it was Killer just pranking him, that thought was quickly distinguished when he saw it. What seemed to be a basement in the middle of nowhere.

His dual-colored eyelights widening at the giant brute in front of him, gaping at it.