Chapter 320: Felling Titans
Rain scratched his beard, then laughed to himself.
Of all the things he was worried over, a beard should have been the least of his concerns. But it had started growing and he lacked the skills and equipment to get rid of it. It had been months since the teams had been allowed a break to visit Farway, the only bastion of civilization allowed on Diurnus, but their latest hunt was far to the east from the city, north of the burning sub-continent of Vulcayiin. They had only one teleportation beacon - for the end of their hunt - and he hoped he’d be able to stop in at a barber after...
"Eyes up, titan-dragon incoming!" Cassiel warned over the comms.
"Yes Prime!" the team of nine, including Rainier, answered.
Hunting the titans of the continent was a familiar routine by now, but one fraught with danger. Of the original twenty-one angels and Elevated selected for the five-year mission, eighteen remained... and those un-replaced spots were a bitter reminder that the price of failing in any sense against any titan was high.
But where once there had been cliques of three for each of the seven teams, now there were two groups of well-coordinated Executioners, nine to each, who could tackle the largest beasts on Ayther. They still held to their teams by Choir, but the distinction meant less in the face of survival, and likewise with the distinction between angel and Elevated.
"Variel, make sure to keep up your attacks on the eyes. We don’t want them regenerating like last time," Rainier reminded the orange-haired and winged angel he was hovering next to.
"I didn’t forget, that was Bariel."
"Liar!" the angel’s twin declared.
"Heads up!"
The bulk of the dragon came into view, drawn by the beacon that was Cassiel, flaring her mana.