"Can you really open it?" asked Ellen, a big white round thing made of metal, which is dented in many places.
The ship, supreme fortress of Grimms, across history, there had been extremely few humans have reached so close to this thing. Because it is a death sentence coming to this clone, even Grand Lords wouldn't survive coming this close.
"Just watch it," I said to her, and we flew toward it, and when there was only a hundred-meter distance between us and it, a gate materialized in front of us.
I passed through it without stopping and immediately appeared on the other side with Golden Fire Werewolf, a Foxman, and Bearman waiting on another side; the Golden Fire Werewolf is a Grand Lord.
