Lyfa quickly closed her eyes and concentrated on listening. Indeed, the roaring footsteps did not sound like a gallop issued by going in a straight line but rather like it was moving around irregularly. “B..but, monsters fighting each other, how...” Lyfa murmured in awe, completely forgot about the sadness in her chest. Kirito seemed to have decided on something and spoke up. “Let’s go and see. This shrine won’t be much of a refuge anyway.” “That’s true.” Lyfa nodded and placed her hand on the hilt of the katana at her waist then followed Kirito out into the darkness filled with dancing snow. After running only a few steps, the noise resolved itself into two evil-god class monsters. They slowly approached from the east of the shrine, their movements like the shaking of small mountains. Almost twenty meters tall, both were the blue-grey unique to evil-gods. Upon taking a closer look, the two evil-gods were different in size. The one issuing the “BORURURU!” sound was the larger of the two, about twice the height of the other, a smaller monster making a chirping “Hyuruhyuru!” sound. The larger one was vaguely human shaped but had three faces lined up vertically as well as four arms, two on each side—it could be called a giant. Each of the angular faces gave the impression of a pagan god. As each face made its cry, all three together made the continuous, engine-like “BORUBORU” sound. In each of the beast’s four hands it held a sword that seemed more like a steel girder, the huge, heavy blades being swung as if they were weightless.