The space outside Vornak Planet became strangely quiet.
Several Vornak warriors floated in the distance, coughing blood, their armor cracked and their bodies trembling from the damage Iris and Varka had just given them.
Their expressions no longer carried mockery.
Only shock remained.
Varka rolled her shoulders and laughed loudly. "Hahaha! Come on, don't tell me that's it. I thought Vornak warriors were supposed to be tough."
Iris wiped the blood from the corner of her lip and clicked her tongue. "They're tough, but not tough enough."
The bald Vornak warrior's face turned ugly.
His fists clenched so hard that the bones in his hands made sharp cracking sounds. "You arrogant outsiders…"
Before he could finish speaking, Feron slowly floated forward.
His lazy expression had returned, but the pressure around him was no longer weak.
He looked at the injured Vornak warriors and chuckled. "Heheh. Hey, is this all you've got?"
The Vornak warriors glared at him.
